I just want to thank my friend from the bottom of my heart. 3 pounds off, 4 pounds on! I heard this was hazard to being her friend, but I was willing to chance it.
This friend of mine, I want mention any names, my Boston travel companion, but I am not listing any names. Anyway her friend "H" introduced her to this new seasonal Hersey kiss. Freaking PUMPKIN SPICE. Really??? The good thing is they are so small can't be too many bad qualities to them, not enough room for calories, or fat, or sugar, no way. (Rationalization 101)
Well...one is a small little yummmmmy. BUT when you eat almost the entire bag, I think you could probably eat an entire pumpkin pie by yourself.
Thanksgiving tip: Save time, don't bake Pumpkin Pies, buy Pumpkin flavored Hersey kisses instead!!! Just saying....
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Maybe A Wee Bit Better...Not Much
It is finally Friday! Praise God from whom all blessings flow!!!
Wednesday night was really bad for Chase. When I picked him up he started to tell me that he was afraid that Science class was going to be a challenge for him. He told me he could not understand what he was reading, and when the teacher talked, he did not get that either. It was horrible. It literally took me 2 hours to calm him, which only happened after I promised that I would go over his Science lessons every single day and make sure he understood.
Yesterday I prayed all day that his day would be better. Mac had dance last night so she and I did not get home until a few minutes after 8. I had called home to get a report, Sheldon said that he had a better day and actually seemed okay. Thank goodness. I hoped that his good mood would continue until I got home since I have only seen his sad face all week, which is enough to break my heart in a million little pieces.
Today is Friday, Monday is a holiday, so I have three full days with my two children. I hope Chase had a good day today so he doesn't spend his weekend obsessing!
Sheldon is working night shift this weekend, which I hate. Luckily he is off with us on Monday.
Wednesday night was really bad for Chase. When I picked him up he started to tell me that he was afraid that Science class was going to be a challenge for him. He told me he could not understand what he was reading, and when the teacher talked, he did not get that either. It was horrible. It literally took me 2 hours to calm him, which only happened after I promised that I would go over his Science lessons every single day and make sure he understood.
Yesterday I prayed all day that his day would be better. Mac had dance last night so she and I did not get home until a few minutes after 8. I had called home to get a report, Sheldon said that he had a better day and actually seemed okay. Thank goodness. I hoped that his good mood would continue until I got home since I have only seen his sad face all week, which is enough to break my heart in a million little pieces.
Today is Friday, Monday is a holiday, so I have three full days with my two children. I hope Chase had a good day today so he doesn't spend his weekend obsessing!
Sheldon is working night shift this weekend, which I hate. Luckily he is off with us on Monday.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Day Three, Only 177 More to Go!!
Chase seemed a little more relaxed as he climb out of the car this morning. I said 100 prayers all day.
I called him as soon as I thought he might have made it over to the high school. I did not talk to him but my sister in law said that she thought his day was better. Great. She said he seemed to be a little more at ease. Thank you Lord Jesus!
Until...my phone rang a few minutes ago. I answer and hear this shaky little voice on the other end. It seemed as if he could not find his gym bag. Day one of carrying a gym bag, nonetheless. We talked about where all he had been. He remembered having it in his last class, but that was as far as he got...I told him to stop freaking, we would pack another bag tonight and he could check in the morning to see if it was in the class.
Knowing this would set his mood for the rest of the evening, I decided to call his last class' teacher. Sure enough, he had the bag. He said he would hold onto it until the morning and Chase could come by and get it. I called Chase back, told him, immediately his voice changed. Hopefully he will not obsess over this all night.
Can the boy just have one day that is not eventful?? Just one? Is that too much to ask for?
I called him as soon as I thought he might have made it over to the high school. I did not talk to him but my sister in law said that she thought his day was better. Great. She said he seemed to be a little more at ease. Thank you Lord Jesus!
Until...my phone rang a few minutes ago. I answer and hear this shaky little voice on the other end. It seemed as if he could not find his gym bag. Day one of carrying a gym bag, nonetheless. We talked about where all he had been. He remembered having it in his last class, but that was as far as he got...I told him to stop freaking, we would pack another bag tonight and he could check in the morning to see if it was in the class.
Knowing this would set his mood for the rest of the evening, I decided to call his last class' teacher. Sure enough, he had the bag. He said he would hold onto it until the morning and Chase could come by and get it. I called Chase back, told him, immediately his voice changed. Hopefully he will not obsess over this all night.
Can the boy just have one day that is not eventful?? Just one? Is that too much to ask for?
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Please Let It Get Better
Mackenzie started third grade yesterday. She was very excited last night. I would tell you how many sentences she rambled off yesterday, but I honestly do not think I can count that high. She was so bubbly, bouncing all over the kitchen while I tried to cook, tormenting the dog by trying to pick him up and play with him, which ended with her throwing him on the couch like he was a small child. (She said he was smiling, I think he was gritting his teeth, as if to say, if you don't leave me the hell alone, it is going to be real ugly.) Her teacher is fabulous. She is the best teacher ever...that is what Mackenzie says. Her best friend is in the class. Yada yada yada...
Chase, well that is a different story. A much different story. He seemed okay yesterday morning. He has so much anxiety, this was great to see him not really stressed about his first day. My day drug by. It would not end. 3:20 is what time his school releases. He was going over to the high school to stay with his aunt that works there. I email her, asking how is day went, but end up calling before she emailed back. I spoke with Chase. He said his day was "okay" but not great. He said he was nervous about his science class. That is really all I could get out of him. He still did not seem like he was stressed too much. I pick him up, did the whole who is in your class, what was for lunch, did you like your teachers, how was gym, and several more questions trying to drag (or suck the life out of) out any information I could get. I was doing the whole sing-songy voice, acting all excited and happy about middle school.
Once home, I began supper. He began obsessing. He needed papers signed, I needed to do it. Like, right then! He was super stressed that we would not get them done. He even began filling some out, leaving only the spots that I needed to sign blank. During supper he told us that he was scared. He could not tell us exactly what he was scared of, but he was scared. We gave him the big pep talk, trying to reassure every fear he had in his little body. He seemed to relax, until....bedtime. At bedtime, when we thought he was in his bed on his way to sleep, he came into our room, sobbing. He was kept saying he was scared. It was just plain pitiful. Sheldon and I talked to him and tried to reassure him, but having anxiety myself, I knew we might as well talk to the wall. But, at least he knew we were there and understood his feelings. We both went to sleep with very heavy hearts.
When he got up this morning, he got ready as he normally would. He asked if he could watch tv, I said yes. When I made it to the kitchen, to work on lunches and breakfast, he stated he did not feel hungry. I knew not to push it.
I pulled into his school this morning, wishing I could just go in there and announce to them that he would not be back, I would just home school him!!! But, since I could not do that, I gave him the most positive smile I could and sent him on his way. I felt like crap.
Once again, I waited until the end of his day, called him at the high school to get the days report. He sounded better, but he told me that Science class was really bad. He needed a composition book and did not have the exact one the teacher wanted, so he had to write in on loose leaf paper and copy it all in the composition book once he got it. He got so worked up about that his remainder of the day seemed to be a bit nerve racking. He did tell me that his reading class was his favorite, which is a HUGE deal with him since he has a slight learning disability in reading.
When I picked him up after my work day, he again told me the story of his science incident. We talked about it, detail for detail. Then I asked him, "Do you think today was better than yesterday?" He thought about it a second, as if maybe he did not want to admit it, but he said "Yes, it was." Thank you Jesus. I told him (for the 145th time) each day would get better.
He ate a good supper tonight, he chatted about this and that, he even laughed as he and I raced each other to my bed that he wanted to spread out on, when I wanted to go to sleep, or write my blog...
Hopefully I did not lie to him and each day will get better. I pray this for him. It is hard to see him so worried. Three more days, then we have a long weekend. Three more days...
Chase, well that is a different story. A much different story. He seemed okay yesterday morning. He has so much anxiety, this was great to see him not really stressed about his first day. My day drug by. It would not end. 3:20 is what time his school releases. He was going over to the high school to stay with his aunt that works there. I email her, asking how is day went, but end up calling before she emailed back. I spoke with Chase. He said his day was "okay" but not great. He said he was nervous about his science class. That is really all I could get out of him. He still did not seem like he was stressed too much. I pick him up, did the whole who is in your class, what was for lunch, did you like your teachers, how was gym, and several more questions trying to drag (or suck the life out of) out any information I could get. I was doing the whole sing-songy voice, acting all excited and happy about middle school.
Once home, I began supper. He began obsessing. He needed papers signed, I needed to do it. Like, right then! He was super stressed that we would not get them done. He even began filling some out, leaving only the spots that I needed to sign blank. During supper he told us that he was scared. He could not tell us exactly what he was scared of, but he was scared. We gave him the big pep talk, trying to reassure every fear he had in his little body. He seemed to relax, until....bedtime. At bedtime, when we thought he was in his bed on his way to sleep, he came into our room, sobbing. He was kept saying he was scared. It was just plain pitiful. Sheldon and I talked to him and tried to reassure him, but having anxiety myself, I knew we might as well talk to the wall. But, at least he knew we were there and understood his feelings. We both went to sleep with very heavy hearts.
When he got up this morning, he got ready as he normally would. He asked if he could watch tv, I said yes. When I made it to the kitchen, to work on lunches and breakfast, he stated he did not feel hungry. I knew not to push it.
I pulled into his school this morning, wishing I could just go in there and announce to them that he would not be back, I would just home school him!!! But, since I could not do that, I gave him the most positive smile I could and sent him on his way. I felt like crap.
Once again, I waited until the end of his day, called him at the high school to get the days report. He sounded better, but he told me that Science class was really bad. He needed a composition book and did not have the exact one the teacher wanted, so he had to write in on loose leaf paper and copy it all in the composition book once he got it. He got so worked up about that his remainder of the day seemed to be a bit nerve racking. He did tell me that his reading class was his favorite, which is a HUGE deal with him since he has a slight learning disability in reading.
When I picked him up after my work day, he again told me the story of his science incident. We talked about it, detail for detail. Then I asked him, "Do you think today was better than yesterday?" He thought about it a second, as if maybe he did not want to admit it, but he said "Yes, it was." Thank you Jesus. I told him (for the 145th time) each day would get better.
He ate a good supper tonight, he chatted about this and that, he even laughed as he and I raced each other to my bed that he wanted to spread out on, when I wanted to go to sleep, or write my blog...
Hopefully I did not lie to him and each day will get better. I pray this for him. It is hard to see him so worried. Three more days, then we have a long weekend. Three more days...
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Middle School Begins
Yes, we have hit the milestone. Where on earth did these years go? I think it was just like last month that we were dropping this precious child off to kindergarten. It is amazing to me that he is already old enough to go to middle school.
At the beginning of this summer, I just could not imagine him ready to off to middle school. He was still a baby. (Not really, but in my eyes) Someone told me that they had felt the same way when their child went to middle school, but by the time school started their child was definitely ready. Chase has done this as well. He has matured a lot this summer. He even acts like a teenager sometimes, even though he his only 11. We see the adolescent years nearing us everyday.
Friday, his school offered an orientation just for sixth graders. Basically it was a day to get the kids orientated with where they should be and when. I was sooooo lucky that the mother of Chase's best friend offered to take Chase as well as another good friend of theirs. I dropped him off, he was nervous, but not half as nervous as he would have been had he had to go into the school alone. I think it helped with his anxiety tremendously to have two friends by his side.
I fidgeted all day. I worried all day. I was so nervous for him. 2:45 could not get there fast enough. The clock seemed to draaaaaag.
Finally, my cell rings, it is him. He sounded great. He was giggling with his friends. He said his day was good. He knew several kids in his class. His teachers all seemed nice. His favorite class was PE and Exploring Careers. I wish his favorites were English and Math were his favorites, but whatever got him through this day!
Tomorrow is the "real" first day. He seems oddly calm about it. He went last minute school shopping today. He got new sneakers, and a couple pairs of jeans. Boy, buying sneakers use to be so much easier than it was today. Oh, we also had to get a lunch box that was more "middle schoolish" than the ones we have in the cabinet.
Mackenzie will start third grade tomorrow. She is always okay with the beginning of school. She likes the socialization, and of course the thrill of wearing a new outfit. She too bought new sneakers today, as well as a few shirts and shorts.
We also bought all those friggin school supplies. Pencils, crayons, pens, paper, notebooks, folders, highlighters, and the list goes on and on. I am certain that I spent close to $100.00 just on school supplies for the two of them.
Hopefully tomorrow morning will go smoothly. I pray that it does. I guess I will, once again, get all teary as I drop each of them off in the morning. I remember totally not understanding it when my own mom did that every year on the first day of school. I thought she was a mush. Like mother, like daughter.
At the beginning of this summer, I just could not imagine him ready to off to middle school. He was still a baby. (Not really, but in my eyes) Someone told me that they had felt the same way when their child went to middle school, but by the time school started their child was definitely ready. Chase has done this as well. He has matured a lot this summer. He even acts like a teenager sometimes, even though he his only 11. We see the adolescent years nearing us everyday.
Friday, his school offered an orientation just for sixth graders. Basically it was a day to get the kids orientated with where they should be and when. I was sooooo lucky that the mother of Chase's best friend offered to take Chase as well as another good friend of theirs. I dropped him off, he was nervous, but not half as nervous as he would have been had he had to go into the school alone. I think it helped with his anxiety tremendously to have two friends by his side.
I fidgeted all day. I worried all day. I was so nervous for him. 2:45 could not get there fast enough. The clock seemed to draaaaaag.
Finally, my cell rings, it is him. He sounded great. He was giggling with his friends. He said his day was good. He knew several kids in his class. His teachers all seemed nice. His favorite class was PE and Exploring Careers. I wish his favorites were English and Math were his favorites, but whatever got him through this day!
Tomorrow is the "real" first day. He seems oddly calm about it. He went last minute school shopping today. He got new sneakers, and a couple pairs of jeans. Boy, buying sneakers use to be so much easier than it was today. Oh, we also had to get a lunch box that was more "middle schoolish" than the ones we have in the cabinet.
Mackenzie will start third grade tomorrow. She is always okay with the beginning of school. She likes the socialization, and of course the thrill of wearing a new outfit. She too bought new sneakers today, as well as a few shirts and shorts.
We also bought all those friggin school supplies. Pencils, crayons, pens, paper, notebooks, folders, highlighters, and the list goes on and on. I am certain that I spent close to $100.00 just on school supplies for the two of them.
Hopefully tomorrow morning will go smoothly. I pray that it does. I guess I will, once again, get all teary as I drop each of them off in the morning. I remember totally not understanding it when my own mom did that every year on the first day of school. I thought she was a mush. Like mother, like daughter.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Here We Go, Ready Or Not
NOT!!!! We went to open house at the middle school tonight. I cannot wrap my head around the fact that my little boy is going to middle school. It makes me pretty sad. He seemed to actually do pretty good, considering he has been very nervous about this big step. It did help that he got to buy gym clothes, and a cool gym bag. It also helped that he got to spend the day with his best friend, J, and they have two classes together this semester.
Friday he goes to school for a sixth grade orientation. This is suppose to be a fun event. They will meet all their teachers, a little more personally. They will take tours of the school, have a lunch, and Lord only knows what else. It is a full day, which I hate, being that is their last day of summer break.
Chase has not had much time to think about all the logistics of this orientation, since he has an invite to come to J's house and ride with him to school, then J's Mom is going to pick them up, and Chase has been invited to spend the night with them. I am very thankful to J's Mom, I do think that hanging out with J has helped ease Chase's mind. He and J laugh and cut up constantly when they are together. I like J. He is a cool kid....and he is even nice to Kenzie. I like his mother too, we have a great time together as well.
Mackenzie had open house tonight, at the exact time of Chase's...who plans this crap. I was trying to figure out how I was going to juggle this. Sheldon has had three bad nights of work, he could not possibly go in late tonight, Aunt J that is always a big help to us, she works at a different school, that had open house as well. The only option was to sprout wings and fly. Great, I will just add that to my list of things to do now.
Just when I was about to go into panic mode, I was saved. My dear friend, that does not even have a child at our elementary school volunteered to take Mac for her open house. I felt bad, that is until I talked to Kenz, explaining my dilemma to her, and then she tells me that she thinks that is great idea, she actually thought that would be more fun...so, she basically just told me she did not need me. Ooooookay.
I felt bad to some degree, but since I have known Mac's teacher from childhood, I did not really feel that I had to go in there with my normal interrogation making sure we were on the same page, and that my child was the most important one in there...(they usually just agree with me, all the while they are thinking, "This mom has lost her ever living mind). I felt like as long as she saw her cubby, her desk, her newly decorated classroom, we would be in good shape. It seemed surprising to my friend that EVERYONE knew Mac, and me...well, first reason is because most of these people have lived in this same town their entire life, as I have. Secondly, I have been an officer on the PTA the past 4 years. Third, I am that mom that is in the know, I want to know every detail on every teacher. I stalk them. I have known each school year, usually within the first nine weeks, what teacher I would like for my kids to have the following school year. And our previous teachers, they know us well, hell, they get emails from me sometimes twice a week. I am THAT mom that wants to know how they are doing. Mostly with Chase since he has had some difficulty in reading, but I check up on Kenz too.
Oh, and I love to pick them up from after school care, and as soon as they get all buckled up and we start down the road, I love to say, "So how was that math test that you failed to mention to me? or You have a disagreement with your friend S today? You both had to move your card?" I love the look in their eyes. They are frantically thinking of a story, but Mom already knows...how, that just happened like 1 hour ago, she works 30 minutes away, how on earth. How you ask, "Mom's know everything."
Here we come, very nervous, very worried, a little excited, and a lot anxious. And then there is the child that just doesn't seem to be affected. Did not even care if I was there or not. Independent, yeah, that is what I will keep telling myself.
Friday he goes to school for a sixth grade orientation. This is suppose to be a fun event. They will meet all their teachers, a little more personally. They will take tours of the school, have a lunch, and Lord only knows what else. It is a full day, which I hate, being that is their last day of summer break.
Chase has not had much time to think about all the logistics of this orientation, since he has an invite to come to J's house and ride with him to school, then J's Mom is going to pick them up, and Chase has been invited to spend the night with them. I am very thankful to J's Mom, I do think that hanging out with J has helped ease Chase's mind. He and J laugh and cut up constantly when they are together. I like J. He is a cool kid....and he is even nice to Kenzie. I like his mother too, we have a great time together as well.
Mackenzie had open house tonight, at the exact time of Chase's...who plans this crap. I was trying to figure out how I was going to juggle this. Sheldon has had three bad nights of work, he could not possibly go in late tonight, Aunt J that is always a big help to us, she works at a different school, that had open house as well. The only option was to sprout wings and fly. Great, I will just add that to my list of things to do now.
Just when I was about to go into panic mode, I was saved. My dear friend, that does not even have a child at our elementary school volunteered to take Mac for her open house. I felt bad, that is until I talked to Kenz, explaining my dilemma to her, and then she tells me that she thinks that is great idea, she actually thought that would be more fun...so, she basically just told me she did not need me. Ooooookay.
I felt bad to some degree, but since I have known Mac's teacher from childhood, I did not really feel that I had to go in there with my normal interrogation making sure we were on the same page, and that my child was the most important one in there...(they usually just agree with me, all the while they are thinking, "This mom has lost her ever living mind). I felt like as long as she saw her cubby, her desk, her newly decorated classroom, we would be in good shape. It seemed surprising to my friend that EVERYONE knew Mac, and me...well, first reason is because most of these people have lived in this same town their entire life, as I have. Secondly, I have been an officer on the PTA the past 4 years. Third, I am that mom that is in the know, I want to know every detail on every teacher. I stalk them. I have known each school year, usually within the first nine weeks, what teacher I would like for my kids to have the following school year. And our previous teachers, they know us well, hell, they get emails from me sometimes twice a week. I am THAT mom that wants to know how they are doing. Mostly with Chase since he has had some difficulty in reading, but I check up on Kenz too.
Oh, and I love to pick them up from after school care, and as soon as they get all buckled up and we start down the road, I love to say, "So how was that math test that you failed to mention to me? or You have a disagreement with your friend S today? You both had to move your card?" I love the look in their eyes. They are frantically thinking of a story, but Mom already knows...how, that just happened like 1 hour ago, she works 30 minutes away, how on earth. How you ask, "Mom's know everything."
Here we come, very nervous, very worried, a little excited, and a lot anxious. And then there is the child that just doesn't seem to be affected. Did not even care if I was there or not. Independent, yeah, that is what I will keep telling myself.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
That Boot Camp I Speak Of...
OMG, Boot Camp is kicking Mac's butt. She is so exhausted it is crazy. And her appetite, dear Lord Jesus. I put all kinds of food in her lunchbox just to be sure she had enough for snacks and lunch, that little piggy ate it ALL!
And, she has aged like 6-8 years. We had to find the perfect knee high socks, cause that is what the big girls wear. We had to cut her sweats to shorts, cause that is what the big girls wear. We had to pick the perfect tank top, not too tight, but not loose either. Seriously?????
Did I mention that she also is ill as a hornet? No one can say or do anything to please her. She is so grouchy. Poor Chase could not even breathe right for her today. She even had an invite to spend the night with her best friend and SHE turned it down.
She was asleep extremely early tonight. HOWEVER, she conveniently fell asleep in my bed, knowing that I would be too lazy, and actually not strong enough to carry her to her own bed. I actually don't mind the company, once she is asleep....and not grouchy....and not asking one million questions...and not drinking all my drink....and not calling the dog up here to cuddle with....and not pulling on the covers so she can hide under them...and not asking if we can not watch whatever I am watching and turn the tv to Hannah Montana...yeah, other than that, I don't mind the company of her sweet, warm, angelic sleeping self. But don't tell her, she will forever use it against me.
And, she has aged like 6-8 years. We had to find the perfect knee high socks, cause that is what the big girls wear. We had to cut her sweats to shorts, cause that is what the big girls wear. We had to pick the perfect tank top, not too tight, but not loose either. Seriously?????
Did I mention that she also is ill as a hornet? No one can say or do anything to please her. She is so grouchy. Poor Chase could not even breathe right for her today. She even had an invite to spend the night with her best friend and SHE turned it down.
She was asleep extremely early tonight. HOWEVER, she conveniently fell asleep in my bed, knowing that I would be too lazy, and actually not strong enough to carry her to her own bed. I actually don't mind the company, once she is asleep....and not grouchy....and not asking one million questions...and not drinking all my drink....and not calling the dog up here to cuddle with....and not pulling on the covers so she can hide under them...and not asking if we can not watch whatever I am watching and turn the tv to Hannah Montana...yeah, other than that, I don't mind the company of her sweet, warm, angelic sleeping self. But don't tell her, she will forever use it against me.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Boot Camp and Such...
Not much has been going on in our house the past few days. Just normal chaos.
The kids went with Granddaddy on Sunday tubing at the lake. Sheldon and I got to spend the entire afternoon together. It was very nice. We talked...without being interrupted. Imagine that. We took a nice drive through the country, Sheldon took me to see his Mom's new house. She was excited to see us.
We then drove into town and got a little lunch. We had a very pleasurable afternoon.
This the kids last week out of school, and as much as I have joked about them going back to school, I really dread it. They have had a great summer, Sheldon has been home a lot with them. We have had many lunches together. It has just been very laid back. It has been a great summer. I hate to see it end.
Chase is starting to obsess over middle school and all the changes that goes along with that. I am worried too, but if you hear me talking to him, you would think middle school is the best thing ever. Hopefully once he gets there he will be okay. I think he hates change about as much as I do. He is also worried about changing classes, and not knowing where to go. I am sad he is going to middle school. He is still my baby. It just doesn't seem right.
Mackenzie is in "Boot Camp" this week for dance. She is on the "Company" which means she is an awesome dancer...or at least that is what I think...ha. Okay, maybe not awesome, but she is on her way. Everyone on Company has to be at boot camp this week, which is about 5 hours every day of dancing, training, and there is a little socializing, I am sure. She seemed happy about it today. She is tired tonight, which is pretty unusual for Mac, she is always ready to go...and then go some more. However, as tired as she might be, she is still talking a mile a minute. That's my girl!
Chase stayed home today with Sheldon, except Sheldon slept whole all day. Chase did really good. He scrambled eggs fro breakfast, cooked microwave french fries for lunch, and ate candy this afternoon. He surfed the Internet for awhile, he went to WWE site, the child eats, sleeps, and breathes wrestling. He played video games a lot, watched tv awhile. He just chilled out. He is the kind of person that can go all day without interaction. He is growing up way too fast!
Boot camp this week, orientation at the Elementary school on Wednesday night, orientation for parents at the middle school on Wednesday night, and orientation for students on Friday at the middle school. That is our week...busy, but hopefully good. It is just me and the kids at night, which means chicken nuggets, corn dogs, cereal...sleeping in Mommy's bed, watching lots of wrestling...and missing Sheldon terribly.
The kids went with Granddaddy on Sunday tubing at the lake. Sheldon and I got to spend the entire afternoon together. It was very nice. We talked...without being interrupted. Imagine that. We took a nice drive through the country, Sheldon took me to see his Mom's new house. She was excited to see us.
We then drove into town and got a little lunch. We had a very pleasurable afternoon.
This the kids last week out of school, and as much as I have joked about them going back to school, I really dread it. They have had a great summer, Sheldon has been home a lot with them. We have had many lunches together. It has just been very laid back. It has been a great summer. I hate to see it end.
Chase is starting to obsess over middle school and all the changes that goes along with that. I am worried too, but if you hear me talking to him, you would think middle school is the best thing ever. Hopefully once he gets there he will be okay. I think he hates change about as much as I do. He is also worried about changing classes, and not knowing where to go. I am sad he is going to middle school. He is still my baby. It just doesn't seem right.
Mackenzie is in "Boot Camp" this week for dance. She is on the "Company" which means she is an awesome dancer...or at least that is what I think...ha. Okay, maybe not awesome, but she is on her way. Everyone on Company has to be at boot camp this week, which is about 5 hours every day of dancing, training, and there is a little socializing, I am sure. She seemed happy about it today. She is tired tonight, which is pretty unusual for Mac, she is always ready to go...and then go some more. However, as tired as she might be, she is still talking a mile a minute. That's my girl!
Chase stayed home today with Sheldon, except Sheldon slept whole all day. Chase did really good. He scrambled eggs fro breakfast, cooked microwave french fries for lunch, and ate candy this afternoon. He surfed the Internet for awhile, he went to WWE site, the child eats, sleeps, and breathes wrestling. He played video games a lot, watched tv awhile. He just chilled out. He is the kind of person that can go all day without interaction. He is growing up way too fast!
Boot camp this week, orientation at the Elementary school on Wednesday night, orientation for parents at the middle school on Wednesday night, and orientation for students on Friday at the middle school. That is our week...busy, but hopefully good. It is just me and the kids at night, which means chicken nuggets, corn dogs, cereal...sleeping in Mommy's bed, watching lots of wrestling...and missing Sheldon terribly.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Summer Days...
It is so sad when your child says, "I am bored, I want to go somewhere, can we do something fun, and NOT the pool, please?" Okay, so its not sad, it is ridiculous. If, and that is a huge IF, I got to stay home and hang out playing video games, eating when I wanted to, sleeping as long as I could, going to the pool, reading a good book, no obligations, no plans, just go with the flow...I would be in complete Heaven.
Sheldon has been home with the kids most of the summer, which has been great for our pocket book, but the kids are about to explode. They need some interaction with others. I think that it is a good thing that they are going to different schools this year, since their love for each other, or lack of love, is enormous. The sibling rivalry is more than any one human can stand.
The other fun fact about this is, by the time I get home, the kids have had enough of Sheldon, and Sheldon has certainly had enough of them. So, the kids are sucking the life out of me, talking a mile a minute, asking me lots of questions, telling me about what they have done all day. Sheldon is sitting there looking at me as if a truck has hit him.
Sheldon goes back to work next week, the kids go back to school the following Monday, and life will take on a whole new form of hectic.
Sheldon has been home with the kids most of the summer, which has been great for our pocket book, but the kids are about to explode. They need some interaction with others. I think that it is a good thing that they are going to different schools this year, since their love for each other, or lack of love, is enormous. The sibling rivalry is more than any one human can stand.
The other fun fact about this is, by the time I get home, the kids have had enough of Sheldon, and Sheldon has certainly had enough of them. So, the kids are sucking the life out of me, talking a mile a minute, asking me lots of questions, telling me about what they have done all day. Sheldon is sitting there looking at me as if a truck has hit him.
Sheldon goes back to work next week, the kids go back to school the following Monday, and life will take on a whole new form of hectic.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The Quiet Game
Mackenzie just bet me that she could not say a word til tomorrow afternoon...we bet $15.00, if she accomplished this I would give her the money. She lasted less than 20 minutes and she was like a volcano right before it erupts.
The dog days of summer are coming to an end, school starts in just 21 days. The kids are bored out of their minds and I think going back to school will be welcomed. They are at each other every day, every minute too. They find anything to argue about. It is almost funny sometimes to listen to what they are arguing about.
I am ready for them to back in school, kind of, it has been nice to be so laid back this summer. But all good things must come to an end....
The dog days of summer are coming to an end, school starts in just 21 days. The kids are bored out of their minds and I think going back to school will be welcomed. They are at each other every day, every minute too. They find anything to argue about. It is almost funny sometimes to listen to what they are arguing about.
I am ready for them to back in school, kind of, it has been nice to be so laid back this summer. But all good things must come to an end....
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Hmmmm....I Don't Feel So Well....
Oh my. Oh me. Oh goodness. Ohhhhhhhhhh!
I have a tummy ache. I have a tummy ache like you got when you were a child and ate way too much junk food, I have the kind of tummy ache you get from hiding in your pantry and eating ALL the oreos. I have the kind of tummy ache you get when you are so busy all day long and you don't eat any "real" food, and then you eat enormous amounts of cake, cake balls, more cake, chocolate pretzels, more cake, (there was three layers, all different flavors...I could not be rude and discriminate, I HAD to eat some of all of them).A few additional things just lying around, everywhere I looked, (and for the record, this was special food, if you listened really hard, you could hear it talking...very quietly but still...it was saying, "Michelle, eat me, eat me." or "Michelle, put me on your plate, please". These additional things were stuff like chips, dip, veggie tray, taco dip with tortilla chips, chili dip with tortilla chips, bowls or m&ms, skittles, sour skittles, m&m's with peanuts, chocolate cover oreos...oh my!
There was what I refer to as "real food" there too. What a spread. Stuffed meatballs, baked ziti, chicken wings, pasta salad...and cause my friend likes me...cold Pepsi.
The dilemma: Eat a big amounts of "real food" since it is much healthier, or eat a bite of everything in the "real food" category and dive into the "junk food" head first. I chose the second choice.
I found myself eating the entire time I was there. I gained like 17 pounds. No lie.
The wonderful host of this said party even let me bring home a ginormous slice of lemon cake, and 4, count them...4, cakeballs.
UGGG, I feel miserable, guess I need to sign off, go eat my midnight snack...and go to bed, I am tired.
And if you are wondering, the answer is yes. I am having cake, more cake for my bedtime snack. That's not odd is it?
I have a tummy ache. I have a tummy ache like you got when you were a child and ate way too much junk food, I have the kind of tummy ache you get from hiding in your pantry and eating ALL the oreos. I have the kind of tummy ache you get when you are so busy all day long and you don't eat any "real" food, and then you eat enormous amounts of cake, cake balls, more cake, chocolate pretzels, more cake, (there was three layers, all different flavors...I could not be rude and discriminate, I HAD to eat some of all of them).A few additional things just lying around, everywhere I looked, (and for the record, this was special food, if you listened really hard, you could hear it talking...very quietly but still...it was saying, "Michelle, eat me, eat me." or "Michelle, put me on your plate, please". These additional things were stuff like chips, dip, veggie tray, taco dip with tortilla chips, chili dip with tortilla chips, bowls or m&ms, skittles, sour skittles, m&m's with peanuts, chocolate cover oreos...oh my!
There was what I refer to as "real food" there too. What a spread. Stuffed meatballs, baked ziti, chicken wings, pasta salad...and cause my friend likes me...cold Pepsi.
The dilemma: Eat a big amounts of "real food" since it is much healthier, or eat a bite of everything in the "real food" category and dive into the "junk food" head first. I chose the second choice.
I found myself eating the entire time I was there. I gained like 17 pounds. No lie.
The wonderful host of this said party even let me bring home a ginormous slice of lemon cake, and 4, count them...4, cakeballs.
UGGG, I feel miserable, guess I need to sign off, go eat my midnight snack...and go to bed, I am tired.
And if you are wondering, the answer is yes. I am having cake, more cake for my bedtime snack. That's not odd is it?
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