I have heard it said that 50 is the 'new' 20, or 40 or something other than 50. If that is true, then why is it everyone who ISN'T 50 calls me 'sir' and asks me, " You OK to stand, do you need to sit down"?

I find that as I am now 50 years of age many people (when I say people I am referring primarily to my kids, their friends, and the general public - most of whom I have not met) tend to become......well, stupid. I don't remember doing some of the things (when I was younger) that I see and deal with on a daily basis .

Want an example? I don't remember approaching my dad (with what appeared to be a spark plug wire in my hand) and say "the car won't start. I opened the hood and found this just hanging there so I took it out and now it won't start." I'm not saying I didn't do that, I just don't remember it....but it has happened in my household....twice.

I also find things that I grew up with have 'gone away'. Not that I think life should not change....it should, variety is the spice of life....but sometimes I have to wonder who is coming up with this stuff.

So, I'm writing about these wonderful experiences. Many of them may be familiar to you...maybe you have one to share of your own. Life, however difficult, can be a wonderful laughter filled journey....and laughter is truly the best medicine of all.

So that I don't get angry emails.....I am very happy with my life. I love my wife, appreciate my family and friends...and I love my children very much. But as Bill Cosby once said, "I just hope they leave the house before I die."







Saturday, June 8, 2013

Is this the real life?*

So, I've been thinking....which is something I do when I am relatively sober.....about how different families handle the day to day activities of their lives.  Seriously, I look at my life and while it is amazing...I wonder how it differs from the lives of others.  So, in an attempt to find out the truth (and get more wine) I ventured out one evening in search of answers (and some fine Merlot).  Didn't find out much (other than the local supermarket here has a great selection of red wine)....so I moved my research to another level.  Yup, I watched television.  Now, you would think I wouldn't get much data....you would think that, and you'd be wrong.  I got LOTS of data.....mostly stupid data....but still there was a lot of it.  After watching several television programs (why do we call them programs?  who started that? aren't they still "shows"), anyway after watching some SHOWS I can safely and accurately state that my life is nothing near what life is like out in the world.  Or at least the world of television.  Let me give you an example.  Here is a breakdown of a normal morning for Rupert, Glendella, and Juniper WhiteBread (age 11).


6:00amRupert's alarm goes off
6:03amRupert puts on his Gucci slippers and 
walks to the kitchen
6:05amCoffee is ready (the $400 coffee maker
starts on it's own.)
6:15amJuniper awakens to the sound of 
Vivaldi's Four Seasons
6:20amJuniper walks to the living room where Rupert
is sitting watching the morning news
"Morning Father" she says as she moves
into the kitchen and makes herself an 
omelet for breakfast.
6:22amGlendella awakens and joins Juniper in the
kitchen
6:35amGlendella and Juniper finish breakfast.
6:40amJuniper goes to change into her school 
clothes (which were layed out the night before)
6:55amJuniper brushes her teeth and combs her hair
7:00amRupert is ready to leave
 Glendella and Juniper go over last nights
completed homework and make sure all
necessary school work is signed and in
the backpack.
 Rupert makes Juniper a healthy lunch
with fresh veggies and 100% juice
7:15amRupert takes Juniper to the bus stop
7:20 to 7:30amRupert and Juniper enjoy some "one on 
one" time before the bus arrives
7:30amBus arrives and Juniper happily skips off
to school


Sounds pretty normal right?  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  Here is what MY morning looks like:

6:00amMy alarm goes off - I hit snooze
6:20amI jolt out of bed realizing I've overslept and run
through the house screaming to get everyone
up and out of bed.
6:23amRealizing I don't have time to make fresh coffee,
I just pour a cup from yesterday and nuke it.
6:26amMy wife enters the kitchen and demands fresh
coffee….I give her a gift card to Starbucks.
and tell her she should get her butt out of bed
earlier…….
 We will fight about that later…..
6:40amFinally, my 11 year old stumbles out of her room
6:55amWe give my daughter a granola bar to eat
while she is getting dressed
Since we have no idea if the clothes on her bed
 are clean, we iron them just to be sure.
 After the granola bar, we have her brush her
hair and teeth at the same time…..two hands
two tasks…it's efficient.
Dad pulls out a Lunchable and a bottle of water
 for her lunch….puts them in a plastic grocery
bag.
7:15amBegin the search for last nights homework
and the backpack
7:20 to 7:30amFinding a pile of paper on the floor, Dad assumes 
it's the homework and shoves them in the 
backpack
7:30amDrive like a maniac to the bus stop.
Miss the bus
7:30 to 7:40amFollow the bus to the next stop while my 11 year
old rustles through her backpack and announces
I've put our taxes in there instead of her 
homework.
7:40amAfter arguing that it "wasn't my fault" her 
homework was at home and she should be more
responsible, my 11 year old stomps to the bus.

See, that is real life. 

The best conversations I have had with other parents are the ones that revolve around mornings.  I like these conversations because they give me ideas to help make my mornings smoother.  Things like:

1.  Put the dog on my daughters head to wake her up.
2.  Have my daughter put her socks and shoes on in the car on the way to the bus stop.  This is especially effective in the rain.
3.  Change the alarm radio station in my daughters room to "Smooth Disco Sounds of the 70's".
4.  If my daughter doesn't get out of bed using #3, go in her room and actually SING some 'Smooth Disco Sounds of the 70's"

It's not just me.....I know that.  Every parent I know has mornings like mine, I mean...well, OK...most do.
I'm sure there are a subset of parents like Rupert and Glendella.....but I believe they spend the better part of their day deep in a bottle of bourbon or some other adult beverage.  I have to believe that....or I'll just get depressed that my taxes got an 'F' in my daughters 5th grade math class.

*with props, respect, and just plain awe for Freddie Mercury and Queen

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