Late-night thinking is always a bit strange

Here I sit with my gaping wound in my jaw (actually, what wisdom teeth I did manage to produce look very small to my untutored eye, though one had a very complicated under-gum shape) and my codeine pills and my pain, thinking late-night thoughts like I remember doing as a teenager. Except I'm not racked with self-loathing and angst this time around, which is a definite plus. And I've sorted out the sexuality issues, too. In fact, this isn't like being a teenager at all, except for the late-night incoherent part.

I've decided to free up some of my online time for things I enjoy, which means I can read some journals I felt I didn't have time for before, for example, and I'm quite close to making space for the sewing machine (inspired by string_revol), and maybe finishing the photo albums, though the latter is easier with help.

I'm thinking too about the Things I Think I Believe (LJ)(DW) and what else I'd like to say about them, but can't quite figure it out. I want to know how to indoctrinate teach my children to think like I do (see also "I want them to want the things I want them to want"). I think it's a good way to think, at least until I find a better one.

Emer is still telling me to count myself in the people who love me. And she loves herself too. It's so completely obvious to her.

At dinnertime, Linnea said "It's nice when the whole fambly is together." So I am doing something right, giving them some important gifts.

Peculiarly rigid

I found it hard to breathe comfortably last night because all the muscles on m chest and abdomen went rigid. They did it again this morning. I dunno is it to do with codeine or just the pain levels.

I slept about ten hours and woke exhausted. Clearly I'm in more pain than I think I am, since I keep thinking "Oh, I have free time, I can go to town," and things.

Everything feels like things are going well, though. I dreamed I ate a pack of crisps.

Soon I will be allowed to brush my teeth. I really want to do that.

Things I Think I Might Want My Children To Believe

Raising children, she said with a shake of her head and a wry, long-suffering smile, is a terrible responsibility.

[Put the L. M. Montgomery down and back away slowly, Ailbhe. Enough is enough.]
( It got long and rambling )

I think the essence of what I'm saying is that bit there,

The main one I want them to agree with, and live by, is the one Mormor Greta said to us, when we first went to see her, when I was 20; "Be kind to each other."

It worked for my mother, this tactic of living by one's principles and being painfully honest about one's shortcomings; her children are all fairly eco-hippie and pacifist in outlook, even the most consumerist of us. So it might work for me.