Today, I made dinner at 1:42. Why? I had no idea at the time, but the whole idea (in my head anyway) was to make dinner and be done with it all. I fully intended to lock myself in my bedroom while the boys took turns playing Xbox (peacefully, in my dream world) and stare at my textbooks, hoping something would sink in without even having to open them.
Instead, I found myself crawling around on the floor, making a blanket for a friend of mine and her daughter. They saw one I posted for B's teacher, and loved it to pieces, so I offered to make one for them, too. Don't get all ahead of yourself and think I'm crafty. Anyone who can cut with scissors and tie knots can make this blanket. Rocket Science, it is not...still, it's pretty cute, and it'll keep them nice and cozy during those frigid Texas winters.
Oh, wait...
Anyway, I was about halfway done when I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I realized "There's something I'm supposed to be doing tonight...ahhhhh, what time is it?!" Luckily, I had about 90 minutes to spare, but that was barely enough time to jump in the shower and toss some ingredients and textbooks into my bag.
B and I rushed out the door to hang out with C & J for a few hours while N went to the batting cages with his dad. The kiddos played tennis and rode around in the backyard, we made dinner, watched an American Girl movie, and made homemade red velvet cupcakes and icing. All in all, it was a fantastic (albeit hectic prior to arrival) evening. I just love C & J...they're two of my favorite kiddos because they are so sweet and so animated. I just love hearing them tell me all about anything!
On the way home, B and I had a serious talk. He has gotten into the habit of being so negative about himself, so I spent much of the ride home talking him through this new mindset. I got onto him tonight because he refused to eat what everyone else ate for dinner. He is always making things difficult when it comes to mealtimes because he is such a picky eater. It stresses me out, and it really frustrates all of us because the last thing I want to do is send my child to bed hungry, but I also feel like being a short-order cook and making him something different than everybody else doesn't teach him to try new things. He flat-out refuses, then tries to snack on all sorts of crap foods instead of eating dinner.
He is such a joyful child, and sometimes I tend to dwell on all of the negatives instead of the positives: he loves to cuddle, to give hugs and kisses...he ALWAYS tells me he loves me and just wants to be all up in the business of those he cares about the most. I need to choose joy...always.
The personal space thing really grates on my nerves mostly because I've really grown to love having my own space over the last 4-5 years. In fact, personal space is probably one of the main reasons I'll never get married...unless Mr. is cool with twin beds like "I Love Lucy" or "The Dick Van Dyke Show." Those people were smart.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to the fact that tomorrow is a "no alarm" day. It doesn't mean I don't have work to do, but at least I can relax with a cup (or two) of coffee and take my time getting started. Those abrupt wake-ups during the school week are going to take a whole lot of getting used to around here.
Aubs
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