Truthiness: Our Lady of Perpetual Boredom

I have seen the 30 Days of Truth around the blogosphere lately and it’s giving me some pretty awesome insight about the authors.  I am loving reading it and I thought I would offer some truthiness myself in an ode to their honesty.  I can’t promise I will reveal the #1 truth for each prompt, but I will be thoroughly honest in my responses.

Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.

Gosh, there are quite a few things that I hate about myself – my ever-present acne, lack of real eyebrows, and frequent migraines since childhood are all on my Hit List.

I really hate my propensity for boredom, though.

  • I start projects that I don’t finish because I lose interest – i.e. knitting, jewelry making, quilting, scrapbooking, college…
  • I don’t like being by myself because HOLY CRAP AM I BORING.  At least I am to me.
  • I hate feeling bored, hate it when things sound uninteresting.  I will do busywork (because doing something is better than doing nothing) like picking up around the house or playing repetitive “games” on Facebook and curse every second because it’s so boring.
  • I won’t watch reruns or eat leftovers or drink the same Big Name coffee drink every day for months on end…boooooriiiiiing.

I want variety and excitement and newness and FUN.  Almost constantly.  No matter how exhausting, expensive, or difficult to achieve it is.

Sweet dreams

As much as I feel impatience when Jack and I go through the bedtime routine every night, I also cherish those special moments.

I love that, no matter what, we have time set aside each night to read books and talk about the stories.

I love that we will always say goodnight with a multitude of hugs and kisses. I love hearing him whisper, “I love you, mom” with a sigh.

I love discussing what he wants to dream about.

I love that when I tell him to close his eyes he replies, “I just want to close one eye.”

I love snuggling up to him, smelling his neck and nuzzling his skin while I hold his hand or caress his hair. It soothes me as well as him. It’s so soothing, in fact, that I have fallen asleep right next to him more often than not.

Even though I don’t love listening to him call for me over and over again when he should be drifting off to sleep, I love that he knows I will answer if he doesn’t give up calling.

I love that face. Photo (c) 2009 Sarah ReedeI love that face. Photo by @Sarahndipitea

Leaving toddlerhood behind

My baby turns 3 in less than a month. Can I even call him my baby anymore? He is so far from being a baby, I know, but he is the only one I’ve got!

Jack is the same kid he has always been – bright and shiny and creative. Funny and sweet and stubborn. As he gets older he just developes these traits more and more. I never realized before he came into my life that parenthood is its own kind of love story. I loved that little guy immediately but that love deepened, evolved, and continues to surprise me with how profoundly it affects my life. My existence is intricately tied to Jack and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jack is rapidly leaving toddlerhood behind. While this is great, it is also a little sad. His carefree attitude is starting to fade a bit. He now has nightmares about the things he used to love (spiders, monsters, dragons) and has developed a fear of the dark. He is more aware of illness and aches now; although he skinned his hand a few weeks ago, he still insists on wearing a bandaid. He is now less adventurous about trying new foods, as well. He was never especially good about it but we could get around it by placing a bit of food on his lips where he had to lick it off. Now he runs off yelling if we try to do that!

The boy has a pretty good sense of order now. He stayed the night with his dad this past weekend because I knew he wouldn’t be okay with Aunt Holly and Cousin Sabrina sleeping in HIS bed. And no way would he consent to sleeping in our bedroom! His dinner must be eaten in a particular place, his “sleeping blanket” (which he also calls his sheep – aka sheet) is the only thing he will sleep with, and if he holds the rail while going up the stairs everyone else has to! He declares that I am HIS mom when I pick him up from daycare and he doesn’t like it when I hold other kids. It’s a good thing I don’t have a second right now!

Although he is possessive of me and his things, he is also much happier these days to go between his two homes. It helps a lot that we have a steadier schedule and instead of four trips back and forth a week, it is only 2. As everyone knows, toddlers like consistency and routine.

I am working on planning Jack’s third birthday party. I am thinking of doing a rocket theme seeing as that is what his main focus is these days. He still LOVES George but we did that last year. I can just see the look on his face when he sees a big rocket on his cake. So much fun!