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February 28, 2005
Men at work
well, Gym was buzzing with Oscar talk, i did not catch, the first two hours, since we were at my Mom's house for weekly dinner, and honestly none of us had any inclination to go and watch the ceremonies. It was a very good gathering, one of those times, that a good discussion is going on, and everybody stays more than usuall. The talk was about Happines, and Life. Are we working for a living, or living to work. The fact that I work seven days a week, and if i am getting and spending enough time with my family. Well by now , Marjan and I, and our marriage has become like a well oiled Machine,humming along beautifully. We leave enough space for each other, we both have our own lives, and every night, at dinner, if Kiana leaves us alone long enough, we talk and have stories to tell each other for at least Half anf hour to fourty five minutes, then we go to the family room, I sit on the couch, with Marjan, laying down with her head in my lap, and me playing with her hair, messaging her shoulders, and when she has excercised too much, I robb her feet, legs, and get her ready and relaxed for bed, sometimes, Kiana joins us, on the couch, sometimes Amin, we watch our nightly games, Jeopordy, and then Family Feud. if Amin needs help with his homework, then its me and him, in the Living Room, on the Rug, laying on our bellies, working through his assignment. and sometimes Kiana has me review her assignment and cheking them for her. Then around Nine O'clock, marjan is off to bed, and the three of us, go to Amin's room, kids wash up and brush their teeth, while I wait for them, then they join me in the bed, we talk, play, have fun for about half an hour, untill they find sleep, this is my little Haven laying down between them, and being educated by them on subtlties of loving. Then I am off to our bedroom, if the door is open, it means Marjan is up and we lay down and talk for a while, and there is such a pleasure in our banters. I ahould also tell you about our bedroom, Its faboulos, I feel like the ugliest thing in there, decorated masterfully by my love, Marjan, it's like sleeping in a king's palace. any way that's our routine, and I live for it. in the mornings if Amin needs more help with a project, I am up at five, and after giving him a good message, he is up, we go downstairs, and work together on his projects, untill seven, by then Kiana's up, she gets some message too, and then I am off to pick up Dad, and go to work. Kids, and Marjan come to the store on weekends, sometimes, and spend the whole day with me, which ends up with us at Toys R Us, and them getting what ever they want, much to their mother's detrement. We take the kids to the movies, a lot more during spring and summer, we have outings like, going on Amir's boat, crossing the Sound, and spending the whole day together, but there are always, bills to pay, and obligations that have to be made. and over all I am blessed and would not change my life for anything. so what do you think, Am i working for a living, or living to work.Posted by Idinraha at February 28, 2005 11:06 AM
Comments
~*~interesting to hear how other people live their lives, their daily routines, if they have one, how the household runs. sounds like much love...very, very lucky man to have this family. many are not so blessed.~*~
Posted by: MeTaL at February 28, 2005 09:23 PM
Come on Metal, admitt it, you are nosey, its okey, I personally live in a house with glasses all around, seriously, nothing to hide, and when my wife chides me, about the on lookers, I say they will only look once, and after seeing my girlish figure, never again,...so
Posted by: Idinraha at March 1, 2005 01:54 PM
Nosey? no, have never considered myself that...just curious and inquisitive. Like you.
Posted by: MeTaL at March 1, 2005 03:27 PM
Come on, Commrade MeTal, admitt it, you are a peeping Tom, but thats what we like about you,
as long as you tell us about it later on....
Posted by: Idinraha at March 2, 2005 04:54 PM