I’m listening to the boys play fortnite all over the house. I’m not a fan. I wish they had other things going on. Honestly, my part in that has been a regularly scheduled fail. I’m not directing activities as much as I have in the past and it is clear that they are not yet willing to find more for themselves beyond the game.
I tried to do some basic workout sessions, but the level of complaining drove me crazy. I no longer intend to do sessions for all three boys. I might work one on one with the eldest, but the others are truly struggling to show me the respect required for me to put in the work.
Another issue is lack of equipment. I don’t have all the right stuff I need in order to properly prepare them for their fall seasons. Specifically, there is a drill with garbage cans I want to do, and the hula hoops turned out to be a poor substitute. Still, I am not going to keep dumping money into a pit filled with ungrateful and angry and short cut taking kids. I want them to dedicate themselves before I dedicate myself. That is part of what growing up has to be about.
Beyond that the true reflection has to be on where I am at with the words. I am slogging through the work in order to get to the point where I can get back to writing stories that are in my worlds–not someone else’s. That is taking longer than imagined.
Some Thoughts:
- Some major printer issues are messing up my plan to deliver a ‘just the basics’ print of the offense to the HC this Sunday. I do not think he will run it. I’m still going to do my part.
- Those printer issues include a printer that is remarkably slow and largely fails to print. I do not understand what the issue is and it is a difficult thing for me to recognize that there are some problems I seem completely unable to solve.