Monday, January 14, 2008

Why I Do What I Do

As many of you are aware, I get a bit of grief from my family and certain friends (I'm looking at you Tex) for how much blogging I do. Fact is, I do it for 2 reasons; one is because I really enjoy doing it, and two is because right now I honestly believe it's the only thing keeping me from turning into Reverend Jim from TAXI.

Granted, I'm not going through anything that any other parent has had to endure; however I'm gonna go out on a limb and say these three tax deductions I'm raising my have raised the bar on testing one's patience. It's not that anything huge has happened, unless you count heart murmurs, tubes in ears, teeth puncturing lips, and a 2 year old house looking like a paintball field as huge.

It's an accumulation of several small moments and events that have me wishing for a bottle of Prozac and a month long stay in a sanitarium.

Take dinner time tonight, for instance. Ciera is talking to a friend on the phone in California, Trot is muttering "Noooo, Nooooo" while his Mom tries to get him to eat his cheese sandwich, Rakes is shouting "I LOVE soup, Dad. Do you LOVE soup, Dad? Me LOVE soup!" over and over, while Ang is walking around the kitchen grabbing her stomach and repeating "I'm having a sharp pain in my ovaries".

Now, I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure this isn't the best news she could be telling me. I AM a Dad and have a vague knowledge of what ovaries do, so I KNOW this isn't a positive development. Throw in the fact that Rakes has started to answer every request from me to stop :insert request here: with an exaggerated bow and the words "YES. Your majesty", and are there any guesses on how I coped with the little voices ping ponging around in my brain?

I did what Ward Cleaver, Andy Griffith, and Cliff Huxtable would have done; kept eating my soup, reading my book and pretended I was Tom Hanks in "Cast Away", Rakes was Wilson, and everything I was hearing was only in my head.

Before anyone calls Dr. Phil for an intervention, I was back to sweeping the floor, wiping hands, and getting kids in the tub within 5 minutes; it's just my coping mechanism for when I want to bolt out the front door and run screaming down the street shouting "I just want some peace and quiet!"

Besides, Rakes would eat Dr. Phil for lunch.


Krystle THE Red Sox Oasis said...

I just have to say that I found you on Wayne's World and take a look. Funny stuff!

Anyways, I might have a match for Rakes. I have a four year old little girl step-cousin who LOVES Manny. However, I don't know if she's anything like Rakes ;]

Before I leave, I just HAVE to ask, is there any reason why Rake's shirt is inside out? =].

Have a good day!

Ted D said...


Thanks for taking a look and come back anytime. I'm not sure anyone is a match for Rakes but your step cousin sounds like she could give him a run for his money.

Good eye on the shirt; it's inside out because he can't go to the bathroom without taking his shirt off and he has a hard time putting it back on the right way. ;)

scott h said...

Yea for Ted, 'He has friends and he doesn't have to look at them or invite them over or loan them tools.

Now , about that what if something happens to you two thing I agreed to last year. That was just for one year right?

scott h said...

Hey ted have you spoke with Tex. She wasn't out on the town last night was she. (See below headlines)

Dozens in Texas town report seeing UFO
Large silent object with bright lights was flying low and fast

Krystle THE Red Sox Oasis said...

Ted - o0o, that work's then =D. I would have to say Jasmeen, the little girl, COULD possibility do that, who really knows.

We took her to a game last year in Tampa Bay when I visited the whole family in July. The only player the whole time she was so happy to see was Manny, it was so cute until she got cranky, which you know =].

Scott - LOL on the headline, that's too funny.

Redbeard76 said...

Too bad Dr. Phil is busy futzin' around with Britney Spears, I'd like to see Rakes take him on in a battle royale.

What Texas town? In West Texas, there's a town with mysterious lights called the Marfa lights. And not too far from Roswell NM either. Coincidence? I think not.

~**Dawn**~ said...

What they need, Ted, is a little perspective. They should visit *my* blog & see all the blogging I do. That would make you look like you never blog. =P

Ted D said...

Bub, it's the best kind of friend you make online for all the reasons you outlined! And Tex must be working hard or you would have been blasted by now.

Krystle, don't encourage Scott. It only makes him more obnoxious. ;)

Stephen, Dr Phil wouldn't stand a chance. And there HAS to be an explanation, right?

Dawn, you make a good point except you'll actually go a few days without blogging, then make up for it by doing 4 in one day! :}