I come home from work yesterday, and my husband ("partner" isn't working for me anymore, and all the cool bloggers have pet names for their significant others so I'm working on that) had shaved off his beard. I compliment him on this and he says our 11 year old's comment had been, "You shaved? Well, happy wife, happy life".
I initially thought she came up with this line herself, but apparently it is used frequently in the home renovation shows they watch together. I am heartened that she is able to apply all the good stuff she's learning on television to her own life.
The thing is, If my daughter thinks a clean shaven face and a swell kitchen reno is the threshold for marital bliss, how wrong have we really gone here? There's the things you intentionally try to teach your kids and then there's all the stuff they learn from the way you live your life, which counts for most of it.
I have had several stellar blog ideas in the past couple of weeks. I'm telling you they were stellar. Problem is, I didn't write them down and I cannot remember them. I kept waiting, thinking "It will come back to me. I will remember." But no, nada. That has not happened.
II had paper and a phone with me when the ideas struck me. I could have jotted something down, but I chose not to. Instead, I said to myself. "Oh I will fer sure remember that one." As though I believed remembering great ideas was my superpower. I know this is not the case. I was just being lazy and the consequence is musing online about how my laziness has corrupted my daughter.
But, let's not belabour this point, because I'm not finding it funny at all. It makes me grumpy.
According to Eckart Tolle this means I'm at war with life itself, which I don't want to be, but there it is. It is what is. But, by saying "it is what it is" aren't I really making peace with the moment right there? I may be more enlightened than I think. Ergo proctor hoc, I could, without guilt, drink wine and binge watch House of Cards, right now if I chose to. (What is the deal with Clare breaking up the black and white and going with the grey scarf in the finale!?)
But I won't do this, because the daughter would see me and end up living a life of crime with a bearded guy in a poorly renovated basement apartment.