What a day...

It has been a day, friends.

N fell asleep at 6:45 last night and slept until I woke him up this morning, and even then it was reluctantly.

As he took For.Ev.Er. showering, I had a discussion with B about being my "joy" boy, and how much I loved his optimism.  He often speaks negatively about himself, calling himself dumb or stupid or annoying, and it breaks my heart.  Yes, he has his moments, but those moments where he's cackling with glee or the happiness is literally radiating from his pores more than make up for the not-so-good moments.

I spent the majority of the morning working on homework for a class I would have to miss that afternoon.  In fact, when I realized I was going to miss class, I spoke with my professor to see if she wouldn't mind going over the lecture portion with me prior to the class beginning since I needed to head out right around when class began.  She was thrilled that I asked to make it up instead of just letting it go, further cementing the fact that I am her favorite student.

We spent a good 45 minutes discussing the lesson and life in general and then I scurried off to my meeting.  I sat for an hour, waiting for my name to be called, then another 30 minutes in the office waiting for the other party to show.  They didn't.  So now, there's more waiting.  Super!  I'm the most patient person on the planet, so that should be easy peasy.

Oh, right.

I rushed back out to my "bubble" to pick B up from the Y (I swore I'd only leave him in after-school care for the shortest amount of time humanly possible...and he was impressed that it was only 15 minutes), after making a quick trip to the grocery store because we needed eggs.  I know this because I made a scrambled egg for breakfast this morning and ate one bite before I threw it in the trash.  Oh, hello expiration date of August 2.  How YOU doin?

The boys were at odds on what to have for dinner tonight: B wanted bean & cheese tostadas (we're very fancy) and N preferred some breaded cod.  I told them they had to agree because I wasn't "a short order cook" and B looks at me glumly and says, "I'll be your joy boy...and we can have cod, but will you make mac and cheese?"  I cannot even begin to tell you how my heart overflowed with love for that precious boy at that exact moment. 

Our night was mostly uneventful: the boys played Xbox, I did homework, and I totally missed the Presidential Address.  I fully intended to watch, but sometimes killing zombies is just more important.  I marveled over the sheer number of people who are considering keeping their children home tomorrow because it's the 13th anniversary of 9/11.  And I have some thoughts.

ISIS has probably had cells in America for forever.  The cowardly executions of journalists is only bringing our attention to the fact that we've been co-existing for years without knowing.

Trouble is brewing.  It always will be when you're the greatest nation in the world.  The "bad" guys will always want to try to knock you down or bring you to your knees.

Terrorists don't want to ride the coattails of another terrorist group.  The likelihood of ISIS attempting an attack on the United States on 9/11 is pretty dang small.  If they did, they'd always be known as "those guys who copied al-Qaeda." 

Then I read on kera.org that Dallas has been voted the number 1 skyline in the world, and I though, "Oh, bleep!"  I was just declaring (via Facebook, of course) how Dallas was but a teency blip on the terrorist radar, and then that.  Womp womp!

We are a nation of strength and determination.  We do not cower.  We may not always get it right, but we are a nation, under God.  So perhaps if we just trusted in Him and put it in His hands, the world would be a much better place. 

I will not live in fear of terrorists, or anything else for that matter...except maybe ankle-slitters.  I will trust in God because He brought me into this world and He knows when I will make my exit.  He holds the cards as well as my trust.

Aubs