A Note of Desparation
I have given up. You win, Touchdown, you win. The daily battle to potty train the two year old has been won and its the two year old that won it. How do you pee your pants twice in a five minute period of time? How do you manage to pee every single time Baby Indy is breastfeeding? How many pairs of panties can you go through in a given day?
I have given up. The Teenager's daily battle with the new contacts has been won and, well, its the contacts that have won. She is reduced to tears each and every day by two little pieces of plastic. I have tried to encourage, but the thought of reverting back to glasses with dumb rims is just too overwhelming.
I have given up. The daily battle to lose some weight on the WilkeWorld Diet has been won and its the bag of Doritos that won it. Really, I have done remarkably well. Still no french fries, still no soda pop of any sort, still no eating after 9:00 at night. Add to that the 2 1/2 miles of walking a day in 100 degree temperatures and I ought to lose some poundage from my dainty frame. Well after three months of this grueling exercise in futility, I have lost the same 4 lbs. I mentioned last time.
I have given up. In my quest for publication, I have been sending out manuscripts and poems and stories galore and I have nothing to show for it. Yep, diddly. This battle is not over, however, as I am a stubborn old goat and will only accept defeat after every editor has been tortured by my drivel.
Wow, that was cathartic. Onward and upward. Everyone have a great day.
I have given up. The Teenager's daily battle with the new contacts has been won and, well, its the contacts that have won. She is reduced to tears each and every day by two little pieces of plastic. I have tried to encourage, but the thought of reverting back to glasses with dumb rims is just too overwhelming.
I have given up. The daily battle to lose some weight on the WilkeWorld Diet has been won and its the bag of Doritos that won it. Really, I have done remarkably well. Still no french fries, still no soda pop of any sort, still no eating after 9:00 at night. Add to that the 2 1/2 miles of walking a day in 100 degree temperatures and I ought to lose some poundage from my dainty frame. Well after three months of this grueling exercise in futility, I have lost the same 4 lbs. I mentioned last time.
I have given up. In my quest for publication, I have been sending out manuscripts and poems and stories galore and I have nothing to show for it. Yep, diddly. This battle is not over, however, as I am a stubborn old goat and will only accept defeat after every editor has been tortured by my drivel.
Wow, that was cathartic. Onward and upward. Everyone have a great day.
posted by Cool Dad at Wednesday, July 20, 2005
11 Comments:
Go Tom! Onward and upward - good idea!
In a not so good idea - the British government is trying to stop all the teachers in the UK using the word "fail" in classrooms! Instead we now have to say that "success is deferred" ?? Don't even start me off on that one!
Don't give up on being published. Should we all write you a letter of referral????
Touchdown may be too young yet for potty training. Zoe was about 3-1/2 years when she finally got it figured out. We went through countless pairs of underwear every day. And I sounded like a broken record, constantly asking if she had to go potty.
You haven't lost the potty training battle--it's just not time yet. And don't give up on the publishing. If it's meant to be, it'll happen! I'm still plugging away, writing and stuff. Have you looked at Writing.com? Great place to post your work and get feedback and meet other writers.
I wore hard lenses for seventeen years, then soft for half a year, then had LASIK, so I feel your teenager's pain. It's worth the learning curve in adjusting to them, though. That whole peripheral vision thing kinda grows on you.
I could torture you about the fact that my daughter was potty trained at about 20 months. I could refer you to my publication (check out Chapter 6). I could point out that I have lost 15 pounds since the beginning of the year, and that past 4 months have be fairly effortless. But that wouldn't probably be very encouraging, so I won't. ;)
There are two forces at play on this earth. One would have you believe to can't, don't, shouldn't, couldn't, not good enough, and on and on. The other would say, believe in yourself, you can, you will, you need to improve yourself, study, ponder, and persist. Agency is such a wonderful privilege, you alone must chose which way you will go. But once you have chosen, be careful how much influence you will let the negative force have, he seems to be greedy and wants your ultimate failure. Resist that at every turn in the road, potty training, contact lens, weight, publishing. Look towards the morn of another day with a positive attitude.
Jo--I can't even tell you how that PC crapola bugs me, too.
Indy--So I've got another year of this. Arggghhhh!!!
Wendopolis--I've checked out a few sites. I'll get there.
MissMeliss--The teenager is spending umpteen hours trying to make it work.
Travis--Thanks so much for not rubbing it in. Your kindness knows no bounds.
G-pa Jones--You get Touchdown as soon as your Virginians leave the confines. Buckle up and get ready for the ride.
K...a note about your diet, you are more like your father than you may chose to admit....If you give up soda, if you give up fries, if you don't eat after nine, you may want to limit what you eat in place of these limitations. 3 hamburgers with no fries is still a hefty meal, gorging yourself at 8:59 is still going to be with you throughout the night. Don't give up just reassess what is going on.
Eve is winning her potty training battle too. No interest and screaming while on the toilet. I know it will happen, but apparently not when I want it too! Persistance pays off...keep at it with everything!
I stopped fighting the potty training when my youngest was three. I just couldn't stand the constant battle of wills. At around 3 1/2, he decided on his own that it was time. He still wet the bed at night for another year and a half after that.
Exhausting for everyone, that potty training! I feel your pain! Throw a big party when those diapers are finally behind you!
The little ones will not potty train until they are ready. My grandson finely decided that he could do it and he is 3 1/2 years old. Try using some pull ups until she is trained and it will ease some of the frustration of changing the wet undies each and every single time.
Oprah says no eating three hours before bed time. Try eating a few less carbs (the refined carbs and go for the whole grains). Stay away from those Doritos!!! Keep up the walking and check out www.oxycise.com It's been a blessing to me. I do the special breathing while I walk and the weight comes off easier.
Don't give up on your publishing, you have a way with words. How bad do you want it? Hummmm! Pray for inspiration and be patient. It will come in due time. Grandpa Jones is right and he's a smart man.
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