I really should have posted this earlier...
I'm going to be on the Pickup Podcast radio show TODAY at 11am EST on Sirius channel 108.
If you don't have Sirius, I believe I will be able to link to an online copy of the show.
Link? I don't think it's become an advertising resource for tynan, but I wouldn't mind more adventures. I think that will come though with Life Nomadic 2009.
More of a reason to subscribe to the blog... As of lately Sirius has sucked, but I didn't find out soon enough to possibly have something worthwhile to listen to.
I posted that I was going to be on the radio last minute, so here's the audio for those of you who didn't have the chance to listen in.
But first, a big thank you to everyone there, especially Jordan Harbinger and Josh. I had a great time being on the show. You can check out their sites at:
Bedtime is quite the struggle for the Shaffer kids sometimes. Noah and Hope share a room, and there is often late night drama that is the result of their attempt to try to deny their sleepiness as long as possible combined with their determination to have the final say over each other about meaningless things. Noah, as the oldest, is usually the one trying to tell Hope what to do. The other night, he was irate that Hope's leg was dangling off the side of her mattress into the neutral zone between their beds. After several attempts to remind him that he isn't the boss, I tried the "let it fix itself" method. Unfortunately, it didn't. Hope ran out of her bedroom crying and yelling, "Noah punched me!"
Obviously, a physical altercation requires a tough talking to. Even though Noah can be rough with Hope at times, he is usually capable of understanding the gravity of his actions and that he hurt someone he loves. After discussing all this with him, and going through the apologies and gentle hugs, he was emotionally spent. He was so tired and I could tell the guilt of what he had done was really weighing on him this time.
Through tears, he kept asking over and over, "WHY IS IT SO HARD TO LISTEN?!"
I felt like a four year old version of Paul, the apostle, was screaming to me from that little mattress, "I WANT TO DO GOOD, BUT EVIL IS RIGHT THERE WITH ME!"