What a week! Taught writing classes at an elementary school this past week, five classes per day for an hour each. Great students and teachers, but it’s still draining to ‘talk’ that much. On my way to work one morning I got a speeding ticket; it was on one of those short roads where it starts off at 45 mph, then drops to 35 for ten yards and then to 25 in a school zone. I was going 40, thinking I was under the 45 limit posted at the beginning of the road. Then I started thinking about school reassignment and how the houses I was driving by were not reassigned to the new high school as my son was even though they live five miles closer to the school than we do. Anyway, I saw the cop coming, but again, I thought I was going under the speed limit, and didn’t worry – didn’t even hit the brakes. At the stoplight at the end of the road, I saw those dreadful blue lights in my rearview mirror.
Then when the policeman asked for my driver’s license, I gave it to him, only to have him hand it back and say, “That’s your credit card, ma’am.” Whoops. That was partly from being nervous and partly from force of habit. Pulling the credit card out is something I do too much of; I curse the day fast food drive-throughs started accepting credit. I’m sure this will put many people in the poor house.
Hi fellow MOB members:
Hope things are going well for you all. Other than having our ENTIRE weekends taken over by basketball games, and baseball and soccer practices, we’re doing fine. I wonder what percentage of our lives we spend going to these games? I like to see my boys play, but it does sort of take over my life.
Hello, ladies! I wish happiness, health, and safety to everyone in 2006. That’s one of the things my boys and I say in our prayers every night: “Keep us safe, healthy, and happy. Be with those who are sick, sad, or hurting.” Lots of hurting going on in the world right now: of course there is always Iraq and the war on terror, hunger in Africa and other places, the Middle East conflict, and now the terrible tragedy in the West Virginia coal mine. The situation was made so much worse by the miscommunication. I went to bed that night after midnight, thinking 12 miners were alive and then woke up to the awful news that there had been a mistake. This hit my middle son (age 11) so hard that he hasn’t been able to sleep the past two nights. I had to tell him there’s a line you can’t step over when it comes to worrying about such things in the world; certainly it’s okay to be impacted by such events and to react by making donations to funds, etc., but you can’t dwell on it to the point that it bothers you so much you can’t sleep. I want my son to be aware of his world and to follow the news, but in some cases there is a danger of stepping over that line. Protecting the ‘innocence’ of childhood is becoming harder all the time. Please post your ideas about this on the message board.
Okay, on a much lighter note, all my Christmas decorations are actually down and stored away in an organized fashion. Don’t ask me how it happened because I’m not sure, though I think my husband’s rearranging of the garage was a major factor. Suddenly, we had some free space to put stuff.
I actually got out the Christmas cards before Christmas this year, too. I’ll leave you with ‘the real story’ of the Christmas card photo. If a picture paints a thousand words, than these three sum up, I think, the lives of a mom of boys.
O.K. We finally got the Christmas card photo done today. That’s always a struggle for us to complete in time; I’m never quite happy with the photo possibilities, but we end up just using one of the ’so-so’ ones because we never have time to pose for it again. It’s of the three boys and the dog sitting on the front porch as usual.
Hi Fellow Moms of Boys,
Life is never boring raising my three guys; yet, I lately, I wouldn’t call it exactly exciting , either. BUSY. HECTIC. Yes, those are the words I guess I’m looking for. Their schedules become our schedules and suddenly our own lives have disappeared. It’s hard to keep this from happening. Whew!