To Me I Sing, But to be Home I Long
Oct 11th, 2007 by Nola
I was fishing around on my iPod for some tunes. I was tired of my playlists and just couldn’t settle on an artist or album. Then I saw “shuffle” as an option. I’d forgotten I’d had this option. I pushed it and waited. And out came the Traveling Wilburys. I was happy. Then came ABBA, the Allman Brothers, Big Sun, the Police, Elton John (two songs back to back), the Cars, the Police again, and on and on.
With each new song, I thought to myself, “Oh, I love this song!” And as each song ended, the anticipation of the next rose–would I like it, too? And I did! And then it occurred to me that its MY iPod, of course I should love each and every song in it. But there is something special about hearing all of your favorite songs collected randomly for you to hear. It’s like the perfect radio station. I mean, with a playlist, you know the next song coming up. You may love it, but it isn’t spontaneous.
And so today I reminded myself how good I am at picking songs I love. I have never been so happy to get on the road to have to drive for an hour. That was the highlight of my day.
Now for the lowlight. Thursday is one of the days that I work from home and Sun is with me. Except that today I had to go to Baton Rouge for a Continuing Legal Education program. And don’t you know that not only does Sun roll from her back to her front (which she’s done for three days now without me seeing it) but she also rolled from her front to her back. Yeah. While I sit in a classroom listening about declaring a person mentally incompetent and CS stays with her. Sometimes working and being a mom really, really suck.
Stumble it!
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I missed both of my little guys’ first steps. Where was I? At work. Sucks.
I don’t think I select songs as well as you do. Often I’m not in the mood for the songs that come up during shuffle, but that also may have something to do with the ridiculously ecclectic taste I have in music. Some days you’re just not in the mood for “In the Mood.”
Heh. WFUV, the radio station I used to listen to when I lived in Queens, had a deejay, Rita Houston, who would sometimes simply hook up her iPod for her show and put it on shuffle. There was all kinds of great stuff on there, as I recall. Sometimes, you just don’t know what you want until it pops right up in your face…or on your iPod.
I understand! I miss Sloan all the time, but especially NOW, 2:36 p.m. Friday afternoon. She is home with Paul today and I want to be there too!
Someone once told me that there are two first times. The first time your child does something and the first time YOU experience your child doing it. For instance, they said to me, how do you know your child didn’t actually take their first step when you weren’t looking?
So don’t beat yourself up. You will experience the first time she rolls over when you are watching!