Here we are already, another Thankful Thursday! Don’t forget that you can click on the Thankful Thursday graphic and find many, many other Thankful Thursday posts!
I’m thankful that I found the Andre’ Crouch version of “I’ve Got Confidence” on youtube that I’ve embedded below. This song has been on my mind ever since I got some kinda/sorta disturbing news on Monday. I couldn’t get too upset about it because God has already provided me strength to deal with it and, through the joys of pharmaceuticals, has given my body the tools to take care of the biophysical. Isn’t that amazing?!? From the song “… no matter what the case may be, I know my God is gonna fix it for me”. Can you think of a better reason to be thankful?
Not to worry, Nic is handling his homework load (all 3-4 hours per night) just fine; I’m the one who’s melting down. I am very diligent in making sure the kids have had what they need for school whether it is supplies, snacks, whatever. That’s my job. If teachers send home a notice that something is required I’m on it particularly if they give me a couple of days to get it.
75 pennies.
You guys are moms; you know how you have days where you just go and go and go and, as the saying goes, “the hurrieder you go, the behinder you get.” Well, that was me today. So, when I pick up Nic at 3:00, I’m thrilled. It’s the beginning of the end of my day — ’specially since I was cheating for dinner and doing a frozen lasagna.
75 pennies. Nic announces, as he gets in the car, that he needs 75 pennies for honors biology. Tomorrow. So — let’s throw in a last-minute trip to the bank to get 2 rolls of pennies into our day, yes?
I wanted so much to zip an email to that teacher and ask her if she realizes what a problem that might create for some parents — you know, the ones who aren’t SAHMs/WAHMs and don’t even get off until after the banks are closed, the ones who have to fit in a run to the grocery store or whatever. Because, you know, isn’t the homework supposed to be for the kids? I know I graduated 28 several years ago and I’m supposed to be done being at the arbitrary beck and call of teachers.
75 pennies. For biology. Unreal.
Oh, and in case you’re thinking Nic probably just forgot to tell me, nope. Not the case. Besides, Anth was the one who… well, that’s a post for another day!
Ever feel that talking to your teen is like navigating a minefield? You just never know which step is going to be the one that blows up in your face. This poor guy in the graphic is exactly how I feel after having had a conversation with my 18-year-old about the need for him to be productive and how best to manage a job search until it’s time to start college in January. And I imagine my son is feeling pretty much the same way about me. We hit a major disconnect. It blows my mind. My sons and I can have spirited debates about just about everything. Last night we talked about the presidential candidates. But the minute I try to guide or advise, we end up in WW III with my son accusing me of being judgmental and me thinking he’s stubborn and way too cocky for his own good. AACCK!
At About.com, I found this and it seems like common sense sitting here with everything calm but as soon as tempers start to flare, some of these things are easy to forget:
Examples of conversational door openers:
“What do you think?”
“Would you like to share more about that?”
“That’s a good question.”
“I don’t know, but I’ll find out”
“I’m interested in what you are saying.”
“Do you know what that means?”
“That sounds important to you.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Examples of conversational door closers:
“You are too young to understand.”
“If you say that again, I’ll…”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I don’t care what your friends are doing!”
“We’ll talk about that when you need to know.”
“That’s just for boys/girls”
“Why are you asking me that?”
“You don’t need to know about that.”
“Don’t come to me if you mess up.”Source: Parent Effectiveness Training
And here’s a door slammer of my own — my mother used it on me and it shut me right down and, unfortunately, I do it with mine: “You ought to…”. This feels to a kid very judgmental as though the parent has no faith in the kid to choose the right path.
Okay, well, what was magic about yesterday? I woke up (early even!) and then :: poof :: the day was gone and it was past my bedtime. Somebody made Monday disappear!
As to the goofy goings-on, my doc yesterday gave me a new med to start today. One of the side effects is drowsiness so hopefully I’ve timed it well enough that I can get Anthony to apply for a job and hopefully have an interview and then to the high school to arrange for his transcript to be sent to the college before it kicks in. (I really need this kid to be ready to drive!) Anyhoola, when I’m particularly tired I tend to say goofy things and my spelling sorta goes inside out (it’s a stroke residual) so if y’all notice any weirdness here later, just nod and smile and come back tomorrow! If I do get wacky and try to post, it should be amusing because I lose words, particularly nouns, and end up calling one thing something entirely unrelated. Just last night I referred to Anth as Jehosophat! My “residual moments” can be pretty amusing around here!
I’m a big girl around but not so much in the cups. I have a hard time getting a good fit in regular bras but sports bras are great. Problem is, I gained enough weight that I had a hard time finding sports bras that didn’t strangle me. Considering they’re for sports, it was sure hard for us big girls to find them to fit so we could play without flopping around!
Happy day at Wal-Mart today! Fruit of the Loom has 3-packs of sports bras, spaghetti strap or tank style, for $9.88! They go up to 44 and fit up to a C cup! So if you’re like me and bigger around than you are in the cup, you might want to check these out!
Hi, I'm Willow. I'm 45 and my kids are 14 and 18 so while I'm a mom who blogs, I'm not the typical "mommy" blogger. I miss the mommy years but I'm finding after the mommy years is pretty cool too! Apron strings to cut, angst to deal with, opportunities to explore -- for my kids and for me!
Here we are already, another Thankful Thursday! Don’t forget that you can click on the Thankful Thursday graphic and find many, many other Thankful Thursday posts!
Ever feel that talking to your teen is like navigating a minefield? You just never know which step is going to be the one that blows up in your face. This poor guy in the graphic is exactly how I feel after having had a conversation with my 18-year-old about the need for him to be productive and how best to manage a job search until it’s time to start college in January. And I imagine my son is feeling pretty much the same way about me. We hit a major disconnect. It blows my mind. My sons and I can have spirited debates about just about everything. Last night we talked about the presidential candidates. But the minute I try to guide or advise, we end up in WW III with my son accusing me of being judgmental and me thinking he’s stubborn and way too cocky for his own good. AACCK!
If I do get wacky and try to post, it should be amusing because I lose words, particularly nouns, and end up calling one thing something entirely unrelated. Just last night I referred to Anth as Jehosophat! My “residual moments” can be pretty amusing around here!
