Learning and Re-learning



Angus re-learning not to draw on the floor.

I would like to be able tell you that each day I am actively engaged in learning something new and fabulous.

But most days that wouldn't be true.

Most days I am re-learning some learning I learned days before. Is that making sense? I re-learn things about me, about my kids, my husband, and about how life works.

I re-learn that giving my 2 year old 3 helpings of refined sugar before 11:00 turns him into the devil, which in  turn, turns me into the devil.

I re-learn that I hate, and am inept at, organizing. Don't get me wrong, I love to have things organized and can usually maintain it once I have it. But sometimes the process of getting there is enough to make my brain explode out of every orifice on my head. (My saving grace in this department is my patient and steadfast organizer freak of a hubby).

I re-learn that sometimes my kids have to re-learn what they have learned too (like how underwear is not for peeing in, What?). And that regardless of how crazy it makes me, they need my patience and understanding too.

I re-learn that getting exercise helps me to see the glass as nearly-completely-full. Always.

Oh yes, there is one new and intriguing thing I did learn a couple days ago.

Here's what it is:

If you take a two year old boy and allow him to roll rigorously around in the bed of an eleven year old lady dog, he will come home with you smelling very strongly of...ferret. (I became distinctly aware of the uniqueness of ferret odor around the age of ten while visiting my aunt in Seattle. She had seven or so of the cute little varmints, and their putridly sweet stench has been forever etched inside my nostrils.)

So! Here's to learning, and re-learning and re-learning some more. Truth be told I am glad for the continued opportunities to learn "it" right.