Superman Saves an Hour

My son is watching Superman. An old tape he got from an aunt of mine. I'm not sure of it's content because he's the only one who has watched it. I'm sure there is a lot of saving the day. Am I a bad parent or just one who needs some time alone? I wrestle with the question every day. I know, I've seen them, you've seen them, articles saying not to use the TV to babysit your child and I agree. But . . . ideas on paper don't translate perfectly into a unperfect life.

I've been busy trying to carve out a place for my life, my interests. I like to write and I like to read and I want to like to paint. But all of these things need timing and time. I should persue them before 6:00 a.m. or after 6:00 p.m., when my husband is home, you say. If I could, I would, my brain is fried. During the early morning or evening hours, I look at words and none are spelled right. Now how DO you spell "does?"

Oh, oh! I guess this entry is over. Superman saved the day and now I have to find something for a four year old to eat. Toast? No. Apple? No. Cereal? No. Yogurt? Yes, but only blueberry. But we don't have blueberry. I can feel it. My brain is turning to jelly. Thank goodness for Superman. I had an hour.

A comment to this from Howard

What is it about the word does that sometimes look wrong?

What is it about the refrigerator that makes children only want to eat what isn’t inside it.

What is it about the grass that makes it look greener from our side of the fence. Sure the unreachable grass does make it look more desirable, but there is a certain amount of desire on our own side of the fence.

Writing may be our passion, but it isn’t our only passion, for we have a passion for raising our children— otherwise, you wouldn’t have posed this question.

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