…in conscious stream of thought. I’m not an expert in anything but I know a little about a lot of things.
I know a few things about piano and classical music. I took a few years of written theory, performed a grade 10 piano exam (I passed), taught piano and flute, and took some music courses in University. I was also in band for eight years and played flute, piccolo, and some percussion.
Sadly, I hardly play piano anymore. It seems like a waste of hundreds of hours of practice and hundreds of dollars of my parent’s money.
I know quite a bit about dogs. I’ve had dogs since I was 14 years old. I’ve trained dogs, had my own dog boarding kennel as a teenager, worked at the Humane Society, and fostered four puppies on two separate occasions. I currently own two weird dogs right now, which adds to the craziness of my family. I am a big fan of Cesar Milan’s methods. Because they work.
I know a lot about fitness. I’ve had many different certifications over the years. I’ve read and kept myself up-to-date on the current fitness trends since 2007.
I train women how to use kettlebells safely at home.
I’ve even taught my own kids correct exercise technique and written workouts for them. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. My kids have never been hurt and they’ve never been close to throwing up from working out too long or too intensely.
So far, this has been anything but conscious stream of thought. My boys are watching House, one of my favourite shows, and between the show and their dumb comments, I am ready to lose my mind.
What else am I good at?
I’m good at getting mad. I’m good at walking. I can think of a million things at the same time. I’m great at worrying about unnecessary things. I’m ok at spelling.
My son says I’m really good at cleaning my house but who would ever want to read a blog post about cleaning the house? Plus, I hate cleaning. I wouldn’t want to write about cleaning unless I was paid thousands of dollars to do so!
I also don’t love parenting but I could write about it for days. Months. Years.
Now to clarify, I love my children. And I know they love me. But most of them drive me crazy on a daily basis!
What I don’t like about being a Mom is disciplining my children. Discipline means teaching. And I don’t have a lot of patience to teach five kids how to act acceptably, especially when I know that at school, they behave just fine on their own.
Why do they save up all their insanity for me? Should I be honoured? I suppose so.
Apparently, I am their safe place. Great, but it makes me feel just a little dangerous to think that I can handle their arguing, fighting, rudeness, disrespect, and overall laziness.
Hmmmm, did I just write a blog post about how parents should be raising adults and not giant kids?! I believe I did. And it sounds like I need to follow my advice.
But that’s just it! I am doing the incredibly hard work of attempting to raise responsible adults!! If I was having an easy time of parenting, I should probably be worried!
Should parenting be easy? No, I don’t think so!
Will it be worth it? I sure hope so!
You can find me in 20 years and find out whether or not I succeeded in raising adults or giant kids.