Imagine a writer. A house full of family. Noise and clutter.
14yo teen boy comes home and says: “Mom how do you get paint off my backpack?”
So, like all parents of teenagers, the first response that pops into my head is a question, or rather, several questions:
My 11yo daughter, a kid with a natural social disposition as well as a desire to be involved in activities, has been invited to volunteer in the Learn to Skate program.
So after her final baseball game on Saturday morning, which ended in a silver medal, I took her out for a donut and then home for a bite to eat. After that, we went to the rink. 😃
Yesterday I lost my reading glasses.
I had them at one point while shopping for my son (clothes, mostly). I remember distinctly that I had them on my face both in Walmart and at Winners. I needed to read the small print on the tags to ensure I bought the correct sizes.
Anyway back in the car I would consult my photographed list in my phone and also remember having had my glasses then.
When I got home they were gone.
Today I dropped my daughter off at some obscure pool in a park that I was unfamiliar with and got lost. Twice.
I need to get this off my chest. I know I’m not the only one who has these challenges, and I hesitated if I should bother blogging about it all all. But you know what? I need some positive vibes here from you, or at least some commiserating… 🙄
So allow me to entertain you with a funny story first, and an exasperating one second.
Before I launch into another depressing weekend of rain, cold and no sun, let’s do something fun!
Let’s think up pet names. 🙂
Don’t tell me not to get all worked up as this has the opposite effect on me.
I had this whole big rant planned this morning. But instead of dwelling on the negativity I’ll just give you the short version:
An interesting thing happened in a college classroom the other day. The story recounted to me isn’t exactly surprising, but we did later described this situation to our kids in order to impart an important message.
Not surprisingly, the teenager was harder to convince than the tween girl.
Here’s what happened: