I laughed out loud. Now I'm thinking about my alter ego, and I'm thinking about making her the me I wanna be rather than the me I sometimes show up as in this mess we are in ..... hmmmm. Maybe I'll have several.
I love the personas! Matt and I often sigh too loudly at small minor things that each other are doing. Matt says I have a lid problem, that I never put lids correctly on anything. He over corrects and makes cans and container too tight. The leftover pain in my wrists from breast feeding the babes prevent me from having the strength to open things.... She we play this daily game of me getting frustrated I can't open any lids that he tightens, and occasionally getting a good laugh if I accidentally forget to leave the cover on the cinnamon shaker, or something like that.
I love the way you capture the everyday, it helps me stay mindful of the small but meaningful things in life.
I just have to tell you, Courtney, I have been relishing and forwarding all your essays-they are so SPOT ON and seem to capture exactly what I am feeling and going through, raising kids the same age as yours (on the other side of the country). And this one came at the perfect time. YES we so need humor and alter egos to get through all of this! Thank you for putting words to all the current complexities of life. xo
I am usually whatever Harrison tells me I am. Sometimes it's a muscle bat. Sometimes it's a baby flying python. Sometimes he makes me take a nap in his room and I realize I have won life for that moment.
Who me? A New Englander resident in England for almost <gasp> fifty years. Living on my own, during lockdown I have tried to have a meaningful conversation every day, either on Zoom, Facetime, phone or even face to face. Mutual encouragement and commiseration have helped to strengthen friendships, I’ve found. So I don’t have much occasion to take the piss, sadly.
But right now my daughter, son-in-law and 5 3/4-year-old grandson are staying, so we have family life again, red in tooth and claw. And I love it, perhaps the more so because it will have a definite if sad end at the weekend. (Lots of ambivalent feelings there too, you note!) Then the usual tranquillity, boring but predictable, will descend again, till the next time. And so it goes.
I laughed out loud. Now I'm thinking about my alter ego, and I'm thinking about making her the me I wanna be rather than the me I sometimes show up as in this mess we are in ..... hmmmm. Maybe I'll have several.
I love the personas! Matt and I often sigh too loudly at small minor things that each other are doing. Matt says I have a lid problem, that I never put lids correctly on anything. He over corrects and makes cans and container too tight. The leftover pain in my wrists from breast feeding the babes prevent me from having the strength to open things.... She we play this daily game of me getting frustrated I can't open any lids that he tightens, and occasionally getting a good laugh if I accidentally forget to leave the cover on the cinnamon shaker, or something like that.
I love the way you capture the everyday, it helps me stay mindful of the small but meaningful things in life.
I just have to tell you, Courtney, I have been relishing and forwarding all your essays-they are so SPOT ON and seem to capture exactly what I am feeling and going through, raising kids the same age as yours (on the other side of the country). And this one came at the perfect time. YES we so need humor and alter egos to get through all of this! Thank you for putting words to all the current complexities of life. xo
I am usually whatever Harrison tells me I am. Sometimes it's a muscle bat. Sometimes it's a baby flying python. Sometimes he makes me take a nap in his room and I realize I have won life for that moment.
You have inspired me. My apocalypse alter ego is named ADHD Amy and she accidentally breaks something each and every day :-)
oh, Courtney, this gives me so much life today. thank you for writing for all of us. :)
Who me? A New Englander resident in England for almost <gasp> fifty years. Living on my own, during lockdown I have tried to have a meaningful conversation every day, either on Zoom, Facetime, phone or even face to face. Mutual encouragement and commiseration have helped to strengthen friendships, I’ve found. So I don’t have much occasion to take the piss, sadly.
But right now my daughter, son-in-law and 5 3/4-year-old grandson are staying, so we have family life again, red in tooth and claw. And I love it, perhaps the more so because it will have a definite if sad end at the weekend. (Lots of ambivalent feelings there too, you note!) Then the usual tranquillity, boring but predictable, will descend again, till the next time. And so it goes.