I had this really adorable picture of B's class today when I went to read to them, but it was inadvertently deleted...by one of the kids in his class who said they were making a weird face. Dramatic at the age of 6/7? Never! Anyway, I went to read to B's class today, and when I pulled up, I saw this long line of kids running in circles around the playground, being led by a familiar looking little boy in race car jammies and a hoodie on his head, flowing behind him like a cape.
That is my child. I may have done something similar at that age. In fact, I'm fairly certain it probably occurred in Jillian Pfluke's backyard. Those were the days, let me tell you. I have so many happy memories of my church family friends from when I was a little girl. We were such a bizarre bunch, but it worked...probably because our parents all got along really well. It's so funny how many of them I still keep in contact with today. Lifelong friendships, I tell you...lifelong.
Today we read "Seven Silly Eaters," about a mom who is crazy and has seven kids who only like one very different item each. We kept with the food theme and read, "Mrs. Pig's Bulk Buy," which explains why pigs are pink...it's ketchup. Whoops, I ruined that one for you, and to wrap it up, we started "Best Friends for Frances," which was getting really interesting, but then it was time for spelling. Dang spelling.
I went home and walked very gingerly up the stairs to my freezer, where I grabbed a cold pack, stuck my hot pack in the microwave, and counted down the seconds on the microwave until I could carry both of them into my room for some relief. Why, you ask? Oh. Okay. I'll tell you. So, last night, I'd been sitting on the couch, looking over homework and blogging for quite some time, so I stood up to stretch and to go get ready for bed. When I stretched and leaned to the left to pop my back, I felt something pull. It was not pleasant, and now my entire left side, mainly my left oblique muscle, is crazy painful.
It's made everything extremely interesting, and B bumping into my bed 84 times this evening? Not so fun. When he elbowed me in the side, I screamed like I was being murdered. Well, I've never been murdered, but I have seen every single episode of both Law & Order: SVU and Law & Order: CI, so I feel like I know what a murderous scream sounds like.
N wanted to go over to a friend's house for a while this afternoon, and he lucked out because B forgot to ride the bus home, so I had to go pick him up at his after school program, which is (coincidentally) right around the corner from N's friend's house. B played outside, I wrapped a cold pack around my side, and then we went to get N, and when I was talking to his friend's mom, we discovered that our boys are playing basketball against each other tomorrow.
N announced he was going to switch to the other team. I don't doubt his desire to do so. In fact, he's my child, so I bet he'll try.
We ended our evening with Xbox, movies, and two boys who were (for the most part) very accommodating to their mom. N even said, "Mom, you never ask us to do everything for you, so I know it must hurt." as he did everything for the laundry except put the soap in and cleaned up after himself and B after dinner.
I don't know how it happened, but someone raised that boy right. Now, if they could just get along, my life would be so much easier...
But first, I have to figure out how I'm going to get over this dang muscle pain.
Aubs
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