I’m writing and working on a title for today’s post, it might wind up being a huge rambling. I feel my thoughts going in a million directions.
My son has recently been mentioning more and more how he wishes he were taller, not he’s not the smallest 11 year old you’ve ever seen, but he is one of the shortest in his class. It bothers him, he has tall friends and friends nearer his size, but he’d prefer to be tall. Kevin, my husband is only 5’8″, 4 inches taller than me, so I’m good with that. Nick has been projected to be @ the same as his dad. It’s heartbreaking to hear him mention it so much.
My daughters are official members of the National Honor Society. I feel proud certainly, I know they work hard. I, admittedly a fun girl slacker in HS, was never granted such an honor. Looking back as I have recently, my parents were not pushers, they sort of just let me be. Maybe we push the kids, maybe they are more driven alone, hard to say.
I’ve been feeling unappreciated by the children lately, mostly the girls. They enjoy lots of perks of having a mom who is home and and not employed out of the home. That stay at home mom thing is an oxymoron, because I’m never at home…LOL. Well I am, but lazing in the lap of luxury with a box of bon bons is a myth. My lazy ungrateful(didn’t I just say how great they are…ha) teens don’t do their own laundry, I do it. They hardly pick up their room, I rant until they do it. They appear lost and untrained in bathroom clean up protocol, again, I harp(ugh) and yell and it gets done, or I resort to cleaning it myself, my lord a guest might actually have to use it! Today I have to paint t-shirts for a club convention this weekend because they didn’t have time…………ugh, please girls! I don’t have a plan for improving this situation really, but I feel better talking about it.
Joy!!! The tree trimmers are in my yard as I type! It’s going to look so much better!
It’s friday, so short thankful list:
1. Dad saw his urologist this week, no new growth, things are looking good!
2. My husband keeps me sane and in fresh coffee.
3. My friends make me laugh, and smile and sometimes cry, and they are cheaper than real therapy.