Also, today my B turned 7. I woke him up singing the birthday song, and I received a sweet, sleepy "Thank you, Mommy" followed by, "Hey...wait a minute. What time was I born?" I told him he was born at 4:18 pm, and he made it clear that I shouldn't mention his birthday again until he was actually 7.
That is, until he said he wanted me to come eat lunch with him...and bring him Chicken Minis from Chick-Fil-A. I made brownies for a special treat for his class, because his teacher said brownies or cookies would be the easiest. I delivered the brownies and goodie bags and chicken minis, and had a delightful lunch with my B while the 4th graders practiced their Christmas musical for our entertainment.
And by entertainment, I mean I know all of the songs now. In the past few weeks, I've been in the cafeteria during someone's rehearsal at least 4 times. I walk around humming one of the songs, and both boys give me exasperated looks and roll their eyes. I'm glad I'm turning into my dad. I know I've done (and still do) the exact same thing to him.
Keep it in the family, friends.
After lunch/breakfast, I ran a few errands, got the rest of the stuff I didn't get at the store yesterday, and came home to clean up from our trip. I did laundry and put things away, and then I got ambitious. Oh no.
I decided I could totally complete one of my classes tonight. It should be easy, right? I picked Oceanography because everything was already posted for me to complete. I had 4 tests and 5 labs, and finished the class with a solid high B at 6:15 tonight. YAY! I told N who wasn't interested until he asked me why I had gotten a "B." I told him I hadn't read the book at all, and that he should NOT follow in his mom's footsteps. Do you know what he said? "Wow, Mom...that's pretty impressive, but imagine how well you would have done if you had actually READ the book."
I'm being admonished by a 10 year-old, and I'm torn between laughing and grounding him for being a smarty pants.
N started basketball tonight, so I took him to practice and hung out to see how the team was shaping up. He did really well, and I'd say he's right on track for being one of the kids who gets a lot of playing time. He doesn't take constructive criticism well, so that's a huge hurdle...but I know he's capable.
When we got home, I decided to get some of my Mexican class out of the way. It's on Mexican culture and customs, but I just simplify. This is the class that started mid-semester, and I've totally put it off. There aren't any due dates, aside from a paper that's due Tuesday (whoops!) and the rest is due at the end of the semester. I sat down at 8:00, and by 11:00 I had completed everything but the reflective paper. I'm so proud of me!
Now all I have to do is wait for my Criminology professor to post the discussion boards for next week, take the final, and I'm done! There are so many things I'd rather be doing, but I promised myself that I would be responsible and get my work done first.
Man, it sucks being a grown-up sometimes...
To wrap things up, I had a great conversation with a friend of mine tonight. She was asking about my love life (or lack thereof) and I was laughing as I explained why it was non-existent. I'm glad I can laugh about it because it sure beats crying!!!
Aubs
My B & me, at 4:17, right before he became my 7 year-old B! He's such a ham, & I (mostly) love it!
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