My Lobotomy

When Mike and I first got married, we got advice from several people that to have a successful marriage you needed to "surrender", to let things that would normally bother you just roll off of your back. My friend David Gunn called it being a duck. Unfortunately neither Mike or I are very good at that, but we try.

The same principal holds true for parenting. You need to be able to roll through tense situations with patience, otherwise you can throw gasoline on the fire of your children's tiredness, emotion, and naughtiness.

This isn't always easy for me. But things are so much better now that I have had my lobotomy. Things that used to drive me crazy don't seem to bother me any more. You need the pink cup? Fine! Want me to make oatmeal after I already scrambled eggs? Sure! Need to run around the grocery store like a lunatic grabbing everything that contains sugar? No problem! Want to mumble "stupid, stupid, stupid" under your breath for five minutes? Go right ahead!

It is a special lobotomy. I have to listen to the same Jam CD in the car over, and over, and over, and over again. And drink a lot of pinot gris. But still, it seems to be working.