2/7/09

Life with boys

"Get the baseball bat!"

Sounds of thumping, doors opening and closing.

"Over here, over here!"

Now, if you are the mother to girls, your immediate thought might be that they are organizing a quick pick-up game of softball. Mother to boys? Forget it.

All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind. My mind actually was miles ahead of my butt which remained firmly planted in this office chair. I actually had to will myself to get up and investigate.

My motherly instincts were correct.

Now before you pre-judge and assume that my children are juvenile delinquents setting out to straighten out the wayward neighbor, put your mind at rest.

They were just going to chop a tree down.

Heaven help me.

2/6/09

Definition

So I am sitting here at school, I am the "punishment" today. Can't behave like a high schooler? Well, then you can sit with Mrs. D this afternoon. I wonder if my husband feels the same way?

I have a little extra time. A few students came in from art class to ask their soccer coach if they could draw her and an object that defines her. Interesting assignment. Could you name one thing that defines you? We thought about it for a while. Something religious, sporty, materialistic?

I love Traci's answer. So perfect, especially for someone in her profession. A clock -- an hourglass -- a watch.

What do you think defines her?

Patience.

Something to strive for for me personally.

Head hanging...

I feel like I should play Taps or something. My laptop is dead.
I know... weep, mourn, carry on.

She is the victim of a light saber battle. They won't admit to a direct cause yet... but they reluctantly admitted to watching it crash onto the floor. The fact that there were flashes of light and thumping coming from the family room just prior to my sitting down and discovering that horrid blue screen; or that the room was eerily quiet should have alerted me. Moms of boys, you know that "sound".

Thank goodness I bought an external hard drive and backed up fairly recently. However, all my bookmarks are toast, all my links to my cool mommy bloggers that I never got around to adding to the sidebar--- GONE.

What will I do? Actually, the time I spent on the computer reading blogs and chatting with my electronic friends has been replaced with Facebook. So sad! How did I get here?

Claire and her friend Andrew have delighted in making fun of their parents who "speak in FB status" now. Lame, I know. But now, I have to sit at the desk and WAIT MY TURN for the big computer. Ugh, who wants to do that? I am the mother... I should be able to get on WHENEVER. School? Please. I have Facebooking/e-mailing/blogging to do. So here I sit at 12:30 am trying to squeak out something that resembles an intelligent thought.

Hey, maybe I'll have time for laundry, or *gasp* mopping the kitchen floor.

Yea, right.