I love the delicious irony

Saw the trailer for "The Social Network" this morning after Meet the Press. This cover of Radiohead's "Creep" by the all-women choir, Scala, is absolutely amazing. The original isone of my favorites because it so captures how we've all felt at one time or another:

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so very special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so f*()ing special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out again
She's running out
She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so very special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

Can't find it on iTunes yet, but I must have it. It reminds of the Langley School recordings, which are also not to be missed.

The Most Important Job in the World? You can take this job and SHOVE IT!

That's it. I quit. I hate being a mom today. This job sucks and sucks hard. I don't want to do the right thing. I don't want to do the hard thing. I want to fix it for him. I want to rush in and make it all better. I don't want to mean what I say. I want to take it back and bail him out of the jam he's put himself in.

I hate being Mom. I want to be the other kid's mom who's always more fun and interesting than I am. The other kid's mom gets the benefit of my kid's polite manners and his consideration. All the stuff I taught him when he insisted it wasn't necessary. The other kid's mom gets told the latest gossip. The other kid's mom is shown compassion when her kid tells her to shut it and go back into the house. How could friend treat his mom like that, my son asks in utter shock and disbelief, she's SOOOOOOO nice. I hate the other kids' mom.

I want to fast forward to the phone call I will get 20 years from now. The one where he apologizes for being selfish, rotten, and ungrateful. The one where he tells me he now understands the sacrifices made on his behalf. The one where he recalls (in detail) the times I made the hard choices and held my ground, and that he has a deep appreciation for how excruciatingly difficult that must have been for me. He knows because he's an adult, now, and not 15. He's learned some things the really hard way and he can see his own child heading down that same road and there's not a damn thing he can do about it. And that sucks and sucks hard.

But I'm not there yet and neither is he. I'm here, at my kitchen table, with my head pounding and sulking teenager sending death threats to me through the floor. But it will be a cold day in hell before I let that wish come true for him. And miss the phone call I've got come to me? Oh, hell no.

Welcome Back

Bless me, Blogger, for I have sinned. It has been 49 days since my last posting and these are my reasons:

• It's summer and I'm regular rhythm
• As it turns out, my life didn't seem as exciting or interesting as I thought
• I haven't had a chance to download the photos off my camera, so I can't write until that's done
• I've been sick
• Did I mention it's summer?

For these and all of my other lame excuses I've made throughout the summer (why my shorts don't fit as well now as they did in June, why I haven't finished any serious book I've started reading, why I choose ice cream over fresh fruit 8 times out of 10), I am truly sorry.