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What? Atheists have families?
Do they steal children
from Christians? |
Sometimes I wonder what religious folk think about atheist families. Of course, many theists don't think too much about the godless unless they are being spoon fed information from "reliable" sources like AM Hate radio, the Pope, or FOX News. And in those moments we atheists are depicted as out to undermine America (didn't you know we are all commies?), apple pie, and Mom.
So here it is! I am going to blow the lid off the secret life of an atheist family in one of the most godless states in the union: Massachusetts. For the sake of this post, I'm going to use this past Wednesday morning (1/18). Prepare to be shocked with stories of devil worship and baby eating!
5:30 AM
I wake up at work. I've been working with male survivors of head trauma for the past 17 years, and two of my shifts per week I get to sleep on a crappy couch. Seeing that I work two days a week (yes, I get 40 hours in), I'm able to be with my kids Mon-Thurs.
7:00 AM
After I give out medication to the men, and fill out required paperwork I get to drive home in the 5 year-old Corolla we just bought last year. The Wife is at home, and gets our two kids up, Will and Ali (9 and 6 years-old). Breakfast is served shortly afterwards.
7:45 AM
Will and Ali have already finished breakfast, brushed their teeth, and picked up their rooms (organizing their rooms is a normal chore for them before leaving the house). Ali has also fed our ancient dog, Ruby. Now they start studying their weekly spelling list.
7:45 AM
I pop two Advil (I have minor chronic pain in my back and neck) that I keep in my car as I grab a low-fat muffin at Dunkin' Donuts.
7:50 AM
I get home. I say my good mornings and proceed to wander around the house a bit before figuring out that I really need to brush my teeth. I brush my teeth. Everyone is happy.
8:00 AM
I sit down with Will and review his guitar lesson. He practices for 15 minutes. Afterwards, we talk about the piece he has practiced.
8:15 AM
I sit down with Ali and review her piano pieces she has been practicing. She practices for 15 minutes and we talk about the merits of arching one's fingers while playing (people who play the instrument know what I'm talking about).
8:34 AM
The Wife comments on what a good father I am. I haven't had any caffeine yet so I can't think of a clever response. I am forced to take the compliment. Drats.
8:35 AM
The kids play for the next ten minutes. I wash the dishes (no, we don't have a dishwasher) from breakfast.
8:45 AM
It's go time. The kids get their jackets and backpacks on. The last thing I say to them as they head out the door to the bus stop is
Work hard and be good. I say that to them everyday as they leave for school. Really, every school day. (I read in
The Social Animal, by David Brooks, that it is more productive to nurture a child's work ethic than telling the child how smart he or she is. Intelligence is seen as an inborn trait, while anyone can work hard. Another piece of information I gleaned from the book
Outliers, by Malcolm Gladwell, is that the odds of getting a Nobel prize does not increase if one's IQ is over 120. Success is about having a good work ethic. But I digress.)
8:55 AM
The Wife leaves for work. Although she is a social worker (MSW), most of her job is managing people. The organization she works for provides services for the elderly, children, and troubled families. Oh, she's an atheist (though less militant-y than me), too. Often times she doesn't get back from her job until 9pm. Today will be a bit easier on her since she will be back at 8pm.
9:00 AM
I log onto the internet and figure out that today is the day that many sites are down in protest to the SOPA bill in congress. I find a funny little video,
The Day the LOLcats Died, and decide to post it on Purgatory as my bit in the resistance.
9:30 AM
I go to the gym. I hate the gym. I hate working out. I hate it all. However, since I have this crappy body that has low muscle tone (hypotonia) if I don't workout my minor chronic pain becomes not so minor. Joy.
10:00 AM
I decide to avoid the gym for a bit of time and stop off at the coffee shop nearby. I fill my cup with half decafe and half regular. If I drink too much caffeine I get migraines. How did I figure out the connection between my intake of caffeine and getting migraines? Trial and error - painful trial and error. I read chapter five of the
Christian Delusion, The Cosmology of the Bible. An interesting note, that while I'm reading the chapter, I'm thinking of ways of spinning the material into jokes for Purgatory.
10:40AM
The pain in my back is telling me I need to get up and get my ass to the gym. I go.
10:50 AM
I'm at the gym and untangling my headphones. Wonder how much of my life is wasted untangling headphones.
10:55 - 12 noon
I work out. I sweat. I hate working out and sweating. Doing cardio has been a bit easier since I have made that Johann Sebastian Bach station on Pandora.
I'm sure you're all intrigued with the rest of my daily activities like: vacuuming, laundry, reading 1 Kings (actually there will be posts about that), bringing the kids to their music lessons, etc., but those fascinating stories will have to wait for another time.
LiP