nobody ever agrees. Ever. There is not one common "like" or "dislike" between the three of us. I do, however, appreciate that they still let me play fashion show, and that they are able and willing to speak their own minds.
I wonder where they get that trait from?
Surely it isn't me.
We were debating the merits of certain dresses over others, and they did have some interesting insight. Then, I got "Mom, can we please do something else now?" so I gave in and let them be children again instead of fashion gurus. Ha, gurus they are not. On a side note, N came into the living room right before bed, holding a pair of black & green Nike Elite socks ("THE" thing in 5th grade, apparently) and said (in a super serious voice), "Mom, I need some new green basketball shorts to match these socks 'cause the greens don't exactly match. And I need some really nice shirts to wear with them that also match the socks." I stared for at least a minute, dumbfounded, and then I found my voice. "The greens are fine, and you want really nice shirts? To wear with basketball shorts? Dude. Wear a t-shirt. The end. Oh, and you're wearing 'normal' clothes for pictures on Wednesday, so go ahead and start griping now so we can be done with it. I'm going to be busy tomorrow."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You never let me choose on picture day. You don't respect my clothing choices."
You're damn right, darling son of mine...When you stop trying to wear multiple plaid patterns together just because they MUST match because they're all plaid (like a 78 year old man), then we'll talk. Until then, mom trumps kid. Also, life isn't fair, so build a bridge and get over it.
After the boys got home from school, B climbed on the foot of my bed, dangled sideways, took off his shirt, and twirled it around his head like a lasso. I'm not sure where he came up with it, only that I was trying really hard not to laugh so I wouldn't encourage him to continue down this path at the ripe old age of 7. He headed off to his dad's, and N and I headed over to Nana's for a little bit.
I spent the majority of the time on the phone with my Amy Damy, who's going through some stuff I've been through recently. I'm not sure how much I helped, if any, but I wish I'd had someone around to talk to me through it instead of plowing through it on my own. Love her, love her family...they're like my own somehow.
N had his last basketball practice tonight! YAY! I ended up outside the gym for the majority of the practice, catching up on the 83 phone calls I received tonight (who knew I was so popular?!) and text messages and assorted other things. Have no fear...before I went outside, I clued another parent in to the coach's shenanigans, so he was my lookout. The last game is at noon on Saturday, and wouldn't you know that I almost wish it were an early game so we could be done with it? Kudos to N for sticking it out and playing the whole season. Granted, he didn't really have a choice in the matter, but he's done so with minimal complaints.
I have been quite the busy bee today. I had a ton of errands to run, kind of a precursor to my crazy busy day tomorrow. Today was a huge sense of accomplishment, and tomorrow, for the most part, will just be busy with a whole lot of fun. I'm super excited to spend some time with a guy I haven't seen in way over half my life, and that's stacked between doctor's appointments for B with his stepmom and myself. It should be fun...
And, like most things in my life, always an adventure!
Aubs
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