Tonight I have a book club meeting. We read "These is My Words". It was a VERY good story. My kids even liked it. I'm really looking forward to meeting with my friends and chatting about this fascinating woman and her story. -- It's a mostly true story, set in Arizona before it was a state, 1890's.
I bought some supplies for a toffee caramel cheese cake. I'm hoping "Perfect" will bake it with me. Husband looked at me like I was a nut when I told him I planned to make the dessert with his daughter. I don't know what that means, but whatever. I think it will be fun.
Baby Boy has a soccer game on Saturday in the early evening, which means I can sleep in Saturday morning for once.
Soccer Boy has a choir deal Saturday afternoon as well, which involves lunch that I don't have to cook or clean up. Yeah!
Other than basic errands I think this weekend is open for fun! Maybe we will go see new the Alice in Wonderland. That could be fun. Or we could figure out something to do outside since we've been blessed with gorgeous weather.
I hope I didn't just shoot myself in the foot anticipating a nice weekend. What a pessimist I am.
Showing posts with label Baby Boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baby Boy. Show all posts
Friday, March 5, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
The Last Few Days
Life has been relatively quiet, or maybe more like normal. I'm glad for the break between dealing with my emotions about Trouble. I'm hoping it will give me renewed strength to get through the next phase in mending things.
Friday:
*took a Pilate's class
*had lunch with Baby Boy at school
*Husband and I went to a scout dinner with Baby Boy (the older boys were playing video games and were not interested)
Saturday:
*Husband had to work
*woke up early and got Drama Boy to an all day scout event
*went to Baby Boy's soccer game
*took Baby Boy to see Percy Jackson (Drama Boy has seen it and Soccer Boy didn't feel like going)
*early evening we all watched Soccer Boy at his soccer game. Trouble didn't make it to the game. He told Soccer Boy that night he was sick.
*watched a movie with Drama Boy, Baby Boy and Husband. Soccer Boy talked on the phone all night with a friend. Teenagerdom is upon us.
Sunday:
*up early for church
*Soccer Boy was too "sick" to go
*we were supposed to turn in paperwork for "Perfect" to attend church camp. The Witch takes control of these things and causes Husband all kinds of grief if she doesn't get to be the "good" parent who fills out the forms, even when they are for a church she doesn't attend. She didn't give us any of the forms and they were due yesterday. Would have been so much easier for us to do it.
*went to my aunt's house for dinner, where Soccer Boy had a miraculous recovery
*Soccer Boy announced he cancelled his ref games next Saturday to attend a party. We had an argument about that one. He's grounded from the phone and computer for a month to "get his head on straight". We had a conversation about being responsible and putting school, work and church before socializing. He will spend all of March getting his grades up and doing the things he should have been all along. His response: "You don't love me because you don't want me to have friends."
Today:
Things are going okay. Husband and I have been very affectionate this weekend. We must be feeling more relaxed now that the counseling session with The Witch is behind us. I'm not nearly as nervous to meet with Trouble. I think he is young enough to be open to the counselor, even if it takes more than one session to get there.
Soccer Boy is starting into the same arguments we have had with Trouble. It goes a lot better knowing that he respects us though. And he doesn't get another parent involved to get his way. Soccer Boy seemed more somber this morning. He knows he made a mistake. It's hard to see him struggle but it's for the best. Maybe he will make better choices the next time.
Now I am off to get some cleaning done before picking up kids from school.
Friday:
*took a Pilate's class
*had lunch with Baby Boy at school
*Husband and I went to a scout dinner with Baby Boy (the older boys were playing video games and were not interested)
Saturday:
*Husband had to work
*woke up early and got Drama Boy to an all day scout event
*went to Baby Boy's soccer game
*took Baby Boy to see Percy Jackson (Drama Boy has seen it and Soccer Boy didn't feel like going)
*early evening we all watched Soccer Boy at his soccer game. Trouble didn't make it to the game. He told Soccer Boy that night he was sick.
*watched a movie with Drama Boy, Baby Boy and Husband. Soccer Boy talked on the phone all night with a friend. Teenagerdom is upon us.
Sunday:
*up early for church
*Soccer Boy was too "sick" to go
*we were supposed to turn in paperwork for "Perfect" to attend church camp. The Witch takes control of these things and causes Husband all kinds of grief if she doesn't get to be the "good" parent who fills out the forms, even when they are for a church she doesn't attend. She didn't give us any of the forms and they were due yesterday. Would have been so much easier for us to do it.
*went to my aunt's house for dinner, where Soccer Boy had a miraculous recovery
*Soccer Boy announced he cancelled his ref games next Saturday to attend a party. We had an argument about that one. He's grounded from the phone and computer for a month to "get his head on straight". We had a conversation about being responsible and putting school, work and church before socializing. He will spend all of March getting his grades up and doing the things he should have been all along. His response: "You don't love me because you don't want me to have friends."
Today:
Things are going okay. Husband and I have been very affectionate this weekend. We must be feeling more relaxed now that the counseling session with The Witch is behind us. I'm not nearly as nervous to meet with Trouble. I think he is young enough to be open to the counselor, even if it takes more than one session to get there.
Soccer Boy is starting into the same arguments we have had with Trouble. It goes a lot better knowing that he respects us though. And he doesn't get another parent involved to get his way. Soccer Boy seemed more somber this morning. He knows he made a mistake. It's hard to see him struggle but it's for the best. Maybe he will make better choices the next time.
Now I am off to get some cleaning done before picking up kids from school.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
"My" Family
What does family actually mean? Is it blood relation? Those you live with? People who care about you? Do you have to see them regularly for family to apply?
Last night Husband was brushing his teeth getting ready for bed and I was running around getting Baby Boy settled down and ready for bed. It was the typical evening routine. Baby Boy picked up Husband's watch and was playing with it. He thought the clasp was cool and asked a lot of questions about how it worked and why it was made the way it was made. We answered all of his questions as he took it on and off of his wrist. As I was walking Baby Boy out of the bathroom to get him into bed he said to Husband:
"Can I have this watch after you die?"
I laughed. Baby Boy cracks me up with the things he thinks of sometimes.
Husband did not find this funny however and said very seriously:
"No. Someone in my family might want it."
Baby Boy wasn't phased and happily walked out of the room, while I looked back at Husband with shock and disgust.
After Baby Boy was tucked in, kisses were exchanged and he was on his way to dreamland, I got into bed next to Husband who asked me if I was mad at him. Um, YES!
But I said: "A little"
He said: "I'm sorry about the watch thing. I took that too seriously I guess. What should I have said?"
"You could have said, 'I don't know. Maybe'"
He agreed.
I thought of my next words carefully and said: "Baby Boy was only 2 when you came into his life. He doesn't know family to be anything different then how it is now. You are his family."
Husband was quiet. We snuggled together for a little while. Then husband said, a little choked up: "He is my family."
Last night Husband was brushing his teeth getting ready for bed and I was running around getting Baby Boy settled down and ready for bed. It was the typical evening routine. Baby Boy picked up Husband's watch and was playing with it. He thought the clasp was cool and asked a lot of questions about how it worked and why it was made the way it was made. We answered all of his questions as he took it on and off of his wrist. As I was walking Baby Boy out of the bathroom to get him into bed he said to Husband:
"Can I have this watch after you die?"
I laughed. Baby Boy cracks me up with the things he thinks of sometimes.
Husband did not find this funny however and said very seriously:
"No. Someone in my family might want it."
Baby Boy wasn't phased and happily walked out of the room, while I looked back at Husband with shock and disgust.
After Baby Boy was tucked in, kisses were exchanged and he was on his way to dreamland, I got into bed next to Husband who asked me if I was mad at him. Um, YES!
But I said: "A little"
He said: "I'm sorry about the watch thing. I took that too seriously I guess. What should I have said?"
"You could have said, 'I don't know. Maybe'"
He agreed.
I thought of my next words carefully and said: "Baby Boy was only 2 when you came into his life. He doesn't know family to be anything different then how it is now. You are his family."
Husband was quiet. We snuggled together for a little while. Then husband said, a little choked up: "He is my family."
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