I told a friend earlier today, "I really need to start wearing heels or wedges more often...so I don't accidentally skate across the floor at the grocery store and flash unsuspecting shoppers." Also, this would be problematic whilst substitute teaching at any kind of school. Not that I fell or slid or even skidded today in my super cute Steve Madden wedges. (At least one little girl in each class told me she loved my shoes, and a couple of the boys told me they looked like they would be really hard to draw...)
I did a half-day stint as the Art teacher for B's former elementary school this morning, and it was a lot of fun to see all of the familiar faces and field all of the questions about B. It hurts my heart that we aren't at that school anymore...simply because of the relationships he had with his peers and the teachers in that building. I know we're in the right place, but it was bittersweet to be there today, promising the 4th graders that B would be at the same middle school in two years, and telling them he would not be back at their school next year. When I relayed all of the messages to B after school, he was surprised by some of the names I threw out when he asked who was asking about him.
The kid had absolutely no idea just how well-liked he was...even though everyone else did. It was a proud mama moment. One of my favorite little girls was almost in tears this morning when she found out I was filling in for Art...because she had P.E. And it didn't even matter what grade I had in my classroom (I had 3rd, 4th, and 5th this morning) because they ALL knew my B. There are several Bs in that school, so if there was confusion, I busted out a picture and then they all knew.
And who doesn't like seeing people you haven't seen for months only to have them tell you that you look amazing?! I mean...what an ego boost. Of course, it was "Walk It Wednesday" which means I could have worn yoga pants instead of a dress and wedges, but I had totally forgotten about that, and one of my favorites in the office FORGOT to tell me, but she's felt icky for a week so she's forgiven.
After I finished, I came home and took a 45 minute power nap, which was probably the best idea I've had in a while. It was just long enough, and I woke up to a slew of text messages from various people that made me feel loved and important. I managed to work my way through a fair amount of reading while waiting for B to get out of school, then some more while we sat in the allergist's office during our weekly allergy shot visit.
It's been a pretty productive day, although I feel like there's a whole lot more I could be doing/should be doing/would be doing...except.
I. Don't. Want. To.
Tomorrow is baseball Thursday, and I'm happy/sad we have one game. Happy because 5 hours in the allergy-laced air is killing me, and sad because it's an 8:00 game which still means a super-late night. Especially when you're 13 and moody. Or 34 and moody. Either way.
Sidebar: I had one of the learners ask me a series of questions this morning that halfway horrified me and halfway entertained me...AFTER I caught him trying to sneak a peek at what might be under my dress.
Me: Dude. Not cool.
Him: You're pretty.
Me: Um. No. Inappropriate.
Him: How old are you?
Me: How old do you think I am?
Him: 25
Me: I have an 8th grader, so I'm older than that.
Him: So...do you like older or younger men?
Me: _______, that is not even remotely appropriate. We're done here.
Good grief...preteens and their mixed-up hormones. I always find it funny when kids try to guess my age. It doesn't phase me when they're way off, and the answers/reasoning they provide are always good for a laugh or two.
You know what else is good for a laugh or two? Catching a glimpse of yourself slipping on something imaginary and skidding across an aisle in the freezer section at the grocery store.
I mean...not that I would know or anything.
Aubs
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Totally Taxing Tuesday
Today has been a day for the books, folks. I typed a Facebook status earlier (it HAS to
be Facebook official) that gave a brief overview of my day and left me
exhausted. Here’s a recap of the recap:
5:40 No, I don’t want to get up.
5:45 Push snooze again.
5:50 Fiiiiiiine. So,
I got up and turned on the water in the shower and stared at the grout between
the tiles on the floor and contemplated life.
For 10 minutes.
6:20 Stumble out of my room half-dressed saying, “N, why
aren’t you in the shower? Your dad will
be here in 20 minutes! B, get UP! You need to be eating breakfast right this
very second so you will get big and strong.”
6:22 N stumbles blindly into the bathroom and bangs his shin
on the cabinet. I ignore the
expletive.
6:30 B finally stumbles into the kitchen and grabs a bowl,
the milk, and a fork. Clearly this is
going to go well.
6:50 N’s out the door for breakfast with his dad. B is pondering what he will do in his next
life. Know what he’s not doing? TAKING A SHOWER.
7:00 “I’m leaving in 15 minutes!” - Me “No,
you’re not. You’re not wearing a shirt,
your hair is messy, and I don’t have a lunch.” - Astute observations from the 9
year-old.
7:24 Lunch is packed, shirt has been located, hair is
sufficiently smoothed, and I even swiped on some lipgloss. This is a decent morning.
7:30 B is at school, and I’m on my way to Denton…
I even had time to stop at Starbucks for a Skinny Vanilla
Latte, and made it to class with tons of time to spare. The peace should have been a clue…because
once my professor got into class, she literally said, “Pop quiz, hot shots…”
and passed out a quiz on the reading that nobody has been doing…the reading
that I actually did yesterday. I was
proud. I thought things were going
great. Then she dropped the bombshell that my rough draft of my 25 page paper
was due in a week. Y.I.K.E.S. In my other class on campus, we got into a
delightful discussion about savagery and the early colonies in America and
other fun stuff. And then the “fun”
began.
After I sat on the highway for 90 minutes trying to get
home, I had enough time to dump my backpack at home and make a pulled pork taco
for “lunch” before I went to pick N up from school (B went to after school
care). I took him to get a haircut…a
haircut I tried to make an appointment for, but since I didn’t have a
particular stylist in mind (because I don’t know any of the names!), I didn’t
get one. So we waited…and it would have
been fine, except he had a hitting lesson at 4:30. So at 4:04, Allison got him in her
chair. I explained the situation, we
discussed what he wanted to do, and we were out the door 16 minutes later. I like Allison. I dropped N at his hitting lesson, and went
to get B from after school care. We stopped
at 7-11 (Oh, thank heaven) and got bottled water…but the poor kid pulled the
door of the cooler too hard and whacked himself in the side of the head. Tears came next, and he was pretty
waterworks-y for the remainder of the afternoon. We went back to get N, took him home to start
homework, grabbed a snack, and took off for football practice. I actually got to sit at football practice
and read a little of my next homework assignment, but that was the only resting
point. On any other Tuesday, I’d be
dropping B at practice, taking N to his practice, then going back to get B,
grabbing him some dinner and waiting for another hour for N’s practice to
finish. Tonight, several players had
football games, so we were shown serious mercy.
Even still, we had to stop by B’s dad’s on the way home, and that took
forever. And then we still needed
dinner, and I’m happy to say that they still managed to get into bed ALMOST on
time.
It’s a “last day of summer” miracle, y’all.
It makes me tired just thinking about it, but I’d be lying
if I said the chaos made me mad. I need
it to be slightly chaotic so I feel like I have a handle on
all.the.things.
Tomorrow I’m teaching music for half a day at B’s old
elementary school…and then I’m working on my research project. And Friday, a classmate and I get to go to
the courthouse to look at records from the 1860s. I’m still hopeful it burns.
Kidding! (Mostly)
Even with all of the schoolwork and the kid stress, I’m
finding time to giggle at the random smiles that pop up on my face at any given
moment. Why? I can’t really say. It’s almost fall. The cooler weather is so
close (yet so far away), and we are solidly into football and baseball
seasons. I was able to spend time with
family I see less often than I’d like, and I’ve had some great phone
conversations with my dad about fantastic changes in his overall health and
well-being. I have some of the best
friends a girl could ask for, boys who give me hell but still let me tuck them
in at night (and ask me to cuddle with them), and a heavy dose of optimism
following me around. Oh…and someone who
could someday be a special someone…when I see a new message from the "adorable idiot" my heart
races, I get a cheesy grin on my face, and I remember that I still have a whole lot of life left to live.
Aubs
Monday, September 21, 2015
Not-So-Obscure Clueless Reference (at the end)
Sometimes a topic will come to me in the middle of doing totally non-related, and other times I sit here, staring at the blinking cursor thingy, waiting for...anything...to come into my head. Clarification: I wait for something...anything (that I can write about) to come into my head. I try to keep all of my "crazy" in my head, and only let out bits and pieces when they have something to do with a bigger picture kind of topic.
Today, B came home for the first time in a week, and first days are always rough. They start off well enough with the picking up from school, snack, and homework, but then they take a turn right around bedtime when he wants to call his dad and stepmom. I have no problem with him calling them to say goodnight, but I do have a problem with wanting to repeat call/text when they don't answer. He's almost 10, but trying to convince him that it's not my fault they don't answer is like trying to convince a rock wall to grow.
It doesn't work very well.
When both boys are home, my stress level is on high alert. The dynamic between the two boys is rough, to put it nicely, and it just goes downhill from there. A counselor at B's old school once told me that kids test their limits when they feel safe and comfortable, and I'd like to think that's true...but I think he mostly just hates being here. It's unfortunate, because he is such a great kid and he has an amazing heart. I just wish I knew why we always have such a difficult time together. He thinks I play favorites, and I really try not to...but it's easy to see why he thinks his brother is the favorite.
N is here all the time. We have a routine that doesn't change just because B is home. Our routine as a whole changes because we have another set of activities to figure into the equation, but N's routine is pretty set. B is the wild card (something I love, but that also drives me crazy sometimes), and how smoothly our days run depend on his attitude, mood, and health levels.
This week is off to a decent start: clean sheets, empty laundry baskets, a jumpstart on homework, and an optimistic outlook for the remainder of the week. I have "For Love of the Game" on my dvd player ("Jane, I want you to know that I was so happy to see you my heart leapt." Siiiiigh), and the only other thing that would make tonight perfect would be...
Nevermind. Not. Going. There.
Once again, we have something every single night this week. I'm not complaining, I swear...the busier we are, the better it is for us. But, ya'll? I miss my friends. I miss the sweet family that had to leave us to go to South Dakota so badly sometimes that it hurts. I'm not the only one. N mentions T on a weekly basis, and other baseball moms and I talk about them whenever we congregate.
There are few times in life where you meet people who are so amazing, who fit so perfectly into the little cracks you have in your own lives, but these guys? They were those people.
It actually has me thinking about others who have been instrumental in my life: The ones who were supportive, the ones who loved me, the one(s) who got away, the one(s) who stuck around...and despite the bad eggs in my life, I know I am blessed. I wish things would've gone differently sometimes, but I am overwhelmingly blessed...even if I am going through life alllllll byyyyy myselllllllffff.
Aubs
Today, B came home for the first time in a week, and first days are always rough. They start off well enough with the picking up from school, snack, and homework, but then they take a turn right around bedtime when he wants to call his dad and stepmom. I have no problem with him calling them to say goodnight, but I do have a problem with wanting to repeat call/text when they don't answer. He's almost 10, but trying to convince him that it's not my fault they don't answer is like trying to convince a rock wall to grow.
It doesn't work very well.
When both boys are home, my stress level is on high alert. The dynamic between the two boys is rough, to put it nicely, and it just goes downhill from there. A counselor at B's old school once told me that kids test their limits when they feel safe and comfortable, and I'd like to think that's true...but I think he mostly just hates being here. It's unfortunate, because he is such a great kid and he has an amazing heart. I just wish I knew why we always have such a difficult time together. He thinks I play favorites, and I really try not to...but it's easy to see why he thinks his brother is the favorite.
N is here all the time. We have a routine that doesn't change just because B is home. Our routine as a whole changes because we have another set of activities to figure into the equation, but N's routine is pretty set. B is the wild card (something I love, but that also drives me crazy sometimes), and how smoothly our days run depend on his attitude, mood, and health levels.
This week is off to a decent start: clean sheets, empty laundry baskets, a jumpstart on homework, and an optimistic outlook for the remainder of the week. I have "For Love of the Game" on my dvd player ("Jane, I want you to know that I was so happy to see you my heart leapt." Siiiiigh), and the only other thing that would make tonight perfect would be...
Nevermind. Not. Going. There.
Once again, we have something every single night this week. I'm not complaining, I swear...the busier we are, the better it is for us. But, ya'll? I miss my friends. I miss the sweet family that had to leave us to go to South Dakota so badly sometimes that it hurts. I'm not the only one. N mentions T on a weekly basis, and other baseball moms and I talk about them whenever we congregate.
There are few times in life where you meet people who are so amazing, who fit so perfectly into the little cracks you have in your own lives, but these guys? They were those people.
It actually has me thinking about others who have been instrumental in my life: The ones who were supportive, the ones who loved me, the one(s) who got away, the one(s) who stuck around...and despite the bad eggs in my life, I know I am blessed. I wish things would've gone differently sometimes, but I am overwhelmingly blessed...even if I am going through life alllllll byyyyy myselllllllffff.
Aubs
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Calendars are my love language
I have a lot of love languages, it seems...but calendars are a huge thing in my life, and I find myself literally giggling and squealing when I find out that something fits into my calendar seamlessly.
Like spring break.
Let's just forget (for a minute) that it's still technically mid-September, okay? Give me my moment. As I was getting ready to shutdown my laptop for the night, I was looking at the huge wall calendar that is entirely too full of words and figuring out who B was with when conferences were scheduled in early October. It doesn't really matter because we all go to every conference, but I still wanted to know.
See, when I went to school in the same district as a moody teenager, we were always given "Fair Day." Okay, so it was technically Columbus Day, but we were always given a fair ticket, so the name kind of stuck. Last year, the district rocked my world (homework-wise) and gave them Friday AND Monday off for conferences and "Fair Day." They did it again this year. And that makes me sound like a hateful parent who doesn't want to spend extra time with her children, but I'm not. I swear.
We spent all.the.days. together this summer. We're still sick of each other. And then we had a 3-day weekend, like, two weeks ago. It's so much together time, and that's fantastic, BUT we are still pretty full on our quotas of "family time." Luckily, there will be baseball and football practices and games to keep us occupied, and I'm not going to be disappointed about turning off my alarm for two extra days.
BUT, the part that had me squealing for joy is Spring Break. Without fail, the boys always have Spring Break one week and I have it the following. NOT. THIS. YEAR! For once, the calendars have aligned and given us the same week off. I realize I'm a grown-up and I shouldn't be excited about Spring Break, but I am. Deal with it.
The good news about my calendar is that I'm almost to the end of September. The bad news about my calendar is that I'm almost to the beginning of October, and October is going to kick my butt.
In other news, my sister, brother-in-law, and mother came over to join N and me for lunch this afternoon. I made the Pioneer Woman's Spicy Dr. Pepper Pulled Pork, and N was unsure about how delicious it smelled. In fact, he said it smelled downright awful and walked around the house spraying a continuous stream of Febreeze behind him. The end result was way worse than the delightful smell of pulled pork.
In case anyone was wondering, he ate a TON of it. He deemed it delicious, and although he refused to eat baked beans or spinach salad, he did eat the pork. And he said it was good. And then he helped to clear the table and load the dishwasher. I was worried he might be a pod person.
After lunch, I roped my mom into helping me hang the last of the pictures that were leaning against various walls, and it made a huge difference. N also decided to hang things in his room...with push pins: two world maps and a couple of flags. I was sitting on the couch, talking to my sister about Thanksgiving, when he came in and started asking opinions about maps. I was hateful and mean, and totally wrong. I hear about maps all the time. I get sucked into debates and discussions and get shot down for voicing my opinion on the regular, so when he came in and asked opinions, I bit his head off. My mom and my sister both called me out for being mean, and N went to his room. I apologized after they left, and he said it was okay.
Then he ate all of the homemade cherry cobbler I'd made for dessert. Like, literally, an 8x8 pan of cobbler. GONE. I guess it was deserved?
I hope it was good...a bite would have been nice.
Sigh.
At least there's almost a whole peach cobbler left. I did that on purpose...he's not a peach fan.
Mom win.
Aubs
Like spring break.
Let's just forget (for a minute) that it's still technically mid-September, okay? Give me my moment. As I was getting ready to shutdown my laptop for the night, I was looking at the huge wall calendar that is entirely too full of words and figuring out who B was with when conferences were scheduled in early October. It doesn't really matter because we all go to every conference, but I still wanted to know.
See, when I went to school in the same district as a moody teenager, we were always given "Fair Day." Okay, so it was technically Columbus Day, but we were always given a fair ticket, so the name kind of stuck. Last year, the district rocked my world (homework-wise) and gave them Friday AND Monday off for conferences and "Fair Day." They did it again this year. And that makes me sound like a hateful parent who doesn't want to spend extra time with her children, but I'm not. I swear.
We spent all.the.days. together this summer. We're still sick of each other. And then we had a 3-day weekend, like, two weeks ago. It's so much together time, and that's fantastic, BUT we are still pretty full on our quotas of "family time." Luckily, there will be baseball and football practices and games to keep us occupied, and I'm not going to be disappointed about turning off my alarm for two extra days.
BUT, the part that had me squealing for joy is Spring Break. Without fail, the boys always have Spring Break one week and I have it the following. NOT. THIS. YEAR! For once, the calendars have aligned and given us the same week off. I realize I'm a grown-up and I shouldn't be excited about Spring Break, but I am. Deal with it.
The good news about my calendar is that I'm almost to the end of September. The bad news about my calendar is that I'm almost to the beginning of October, and October is going to kick my butt.
In other news, my sister, brother-in-law, and mother came over to join N and me for lunch this afternoon. I made the Pioneer Woman's Spicy Dr. Pepper Pulled Pork, and N was unsure about how delicious it smelled. In fact, he said it smelled downright awful and walked around the house spraying a continuous stream of Febreeze behind him. The end result was way worse than the delightful smell of pulled pork.
In case anyone was wondering, he ate a TON of it. He deemed it delicious, and although he refused to eat baked beans or spinach salad, he did eat the pork. And he said it was good. And then he helped to clear the table and load the dishwasher. I was worried he might be a pod person.
After lunch, I roped my mom into helping me hang the last of the pictures that were leaning against various walls, and it made a huge difference. N also decided to hang things in his room...with push pins: two world maps and a couple of flags. I was sitting on the couch, talking to my sister about Thanksgiving, when he came in and started asking opinions about maps. I was hateful and mean, and totally wrong. I hear about maps all the time. I get sucked into debates and discussions and get shot down for voicing my opinion on the regular, so when he came in and asked opinions, I bit his head off. My mom and my sister both called me out for being mean, and N went to his room. I apologized after they left, and he said it was okay.
Then he ate all of the homemade cherry cobbler I'd made for dessert. Like, literally, an 8x8 pan of cobbler. GONE. I guess it was deserved?
I hope it was good...a bite would have been nice.
Sigh.
At least there's almost a whole peach cobbler left. I did that on purpose...he's not a peach fan.
Mom win.
Aubs
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Suprising Aubrey...WHY DO THEY KEEP DOING THIS?!
It seems like each day I woke up this week has been slightly worse than the day before. Thursday morning was rough, but it was a breeze compared to Friday.
Thursdays are one of our busiest days this fall. Not only do I have to be on campus on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I have homework deadlines, and N has doubleheaders several weeks in a row. This wouldn't be bad if we were still on summer break (Thank sweet baby Jesus we're not), but it makes for some rough mornings on Fridays. His games are 1:45 minutes long, so when his last game starts at 8:00, once the coach does the wrap-up and we get to the car and load it up and start to head back to Coppell from Euless and inevitably have to grab some sort of food item on the way home to shower and get ready for bed, it's 11:00. EASY.
This week, N was behind the plate for the majority of the first game. He hadn't caught since April, so it was a big deal for him to be back behind the plate. He won't admit it, but he did well. There was a passed ball he should've stopped and a pop-up he should've gone for, but he did make a couple of beautiful throws to 2nd to catch a runner stealing. It was a respectable first time behind the plate in a while. They won the first game, 12-3. Their opponents were good, but they were better...all around. They were worn out, though, after the first game, and the second team we played was fully rested. Their skill level was definitely higher, but they weren't better either...baseball just went their way that night. N made some great hits, but each time the ball made a beeline for the right fielder's glove. He was disappointed, but he made some serious contact. The bases were almost always loaded, but we just couldn't score. We lost the second game 9-1 (thankfully, it wasn't a shutout, but just barely!), but we're still 3-1 so far. Next week, we only have one game...but it's the late game. UGH. Also, I sneezed for practically 4 hours straight. Or sniffled. Or hacked. It was really classy.
When I woke up on Friday, I was pretty sure that I was a zombie. N was, too, and it made for a terrible morning. He got off to school with as little drama as possible, and I went straight back to bed. No shame in my game...I was feeling worse than I'd felt all week. Allergies. Y'all, they're killer. It turns out I wasn't alone. B was having a terrible time at his dad's, too. He missed two days of school (after coming home early another day) and two days of football practice. He has been miserable. The allergy shots he's been taking are working, but they leave him feeling pretty crappy these days.
Friday night, N and I decided we were going to bed early so we could get some rest before his practice Saturday morning. I was in bed early. N...not so much. He was a major crankpot this morning again, and I told him "Nope. Not doing it." I dropped him at practice and went to run a couple of errands. When I came back, it was sprinkly outside, and I walked across the field to deliver some drinks/snacks. On my way back, I noticed two very familiar looking people who weren't supposed to be there: My SEESTER and brother-in-law! They live in Houston, and I don't see them nearly as often as I'd like.
I shrieked and took off running across the field! They came up to Dallas for the weekend to see Garth Brooks (7 concerts, 4 days...crazy man, but awesome entertainer!) for their wedding anniversary, and decided to check out N's practice and B's flag football game during their free time. We hung out in the rain for a little bit, then they came back to our house when practice was called early. We grabbed some lunch, and then we found out there was a rain delay on B's game, so they weren't going to be able to make it for the game. Bummer!
We're going to hang out tomorrow for lunch, though! I can't wait!
They're getting pretty good at surprising me, and I told her I was going to start being pissy about it (instead of excited) so they'd stop doing it...I'm pretty sure it would only make them want to do it more often.
All part of my plan...
Aubs
Thursdays are one of our busiest days this fall. Not only do I have to be on campus on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I have homework deadlines, and N has doubleheaders several weeks in a row. This wouldn't be bad if we were still on summer break (Thank sweet baby Jesus we're not), but it makes for some rough mornings on Fridays. His games are 1:45 minutes long, so when his last game starts at 8:00, once the coach does the wrap-up and we get to the car and load it up and start to head back to Coppell from Euless and inevitably have to grab some sort of food item on the way home to shower and get ready for bed, it's 11:00. EASY.
This week, N was behind the plate for the majority of the first game. He hadn't caught since April, so it was a big deal for him to be back behind the plate. He won't admit it, but he did well. There was a passed ball he should've stopped and a pop-up he should've gone for, but he did make a couple of beautiful throws to 2nd to catch a runner stealing. It was a respectable first time behind the plate in a while. They won the first game, 12-3. Their opponents were good, but they were better...all around. They were worn out, though, after the first game, and the second team we played was fully rested. Their skill level was definitely higher, but they weren't better either...baseball just went their way that night. N made some great hits, but each time the ball made a beeline for the right fielder's glove. He was disappointed, but he made some serious contact. The bases were almost always loaded, but we just couldn't score. We lost the second game 9-1 (thankfully, it wasn't a shutout, but just barely!), but we're still 3-1 so far. Next week, we only have one game...but it's the late game. UGH. Also, I sneezed for practically 4 hours straight. Or sniffled. Or hacked. It was really classy.
When I woke up on Friday, I was pretty sure that I was a zombie. N was, too, and it made for a terrible morning. He got off to school with as little drama as possible, and I went straight back to bed. No shame in my game...I was feeling worse than I'd felt all week. Allergies. Y'all, they're killer. It turns out I wasn't alone. B was having a terrible time at his dad's, too. He missed two days of school (after coming home early another day) and two days of football practice. He has been miserable. The allergy shots he's been taking are working, but they leave him feeling pretty crappy these days.
Friday night, N and I decided we were going to bed early so we could get some rest before his practice Saturday morning. I was in bed early. N...not so much. He was a major crankpot this morning again, and I told him "Nope. Not doing it." I dropped him at practice and went to run a couple of errands. When I came back, it was sprinkly outside, and I walked across the field to deliver some drinks/snacks. On my way back, I noticed two very familiar looking people who weren't supposed to be there: My SEESTER and brother-in-law! They live in Houston, and I don't see them nearly as often as I'd like.
I shrieked and took off running across the field! They came up to Dallas for the weekend to see Garth Brooks (7 concerts, 4 days...crazy man, but awesome entertainer!) for their wedding anniversary, and decided to check out N's practice and B's flag football game during their free time. We hung out in the rain for a little bit, then they came back to our house when practice was called early. We grabbed some lunch, and then we found out there was a rain delay on B's game, so they weren't going to be able to make it for the game. Bummer!
We're going to hang out tomorrow for lunch, though! I can't wait!
They're getting pretty good at surprising me, and I told her I was going to start being pissy about it (instead of excited) so they'd stop doing it...I'm pretty sure it would only make them want to do it more often.
All part of my plan...
Aubs
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Come. On. Fall.
The allergy haze has continued today, and it was so bad that I actually resorted to Benadryl, which resulted in a VERY long morning nap that was entirely unintentional. It totally messed with my day, and I'm still tired.
So, when I read the article saying that allergy sufferers were mostly screwed all winter thanks to the Noah-like conditions of the spring, I almost cried. We. Will. Die. And no matter what, I have to have a real Christmas tree, so we will suffer for our cause. It has been decided.
Man. I can't wait to use the fireplace. I realize it was 97 today, and the days of using a fireplace are in the distant future, but I'm ready. I was even googling "cords of firewood near me" before class yesterday. I mean business.
I busted out my Keurig and apple cider/hot chocolate pods for the boys. I am READY. Come on, fall! Sheeeeeesh! My plaid shirts are crying "wear me!" and all of the hoodies have been freshly washed and placed in the hall closet for easy access. Let's do this.
But only if allergies can just go away.
I was talking to a friend earlier today about how sometimes relationships just change, about how everyone wants the kind of love they can't live without...not the love they can simply live with. I knew there was a song with that same premise, and that I had it...somewhere, but I couldn't figure it out. So, while I sat at N's hitting lesson, I had my phone on shuffle, and BOOM! There it was.
Good ol' Clint Black. Man, they just don't make country artists like they used to...I'm not saying all of them are awful now, but what in the world is up with the whole "rapping mid-song" craze that's going on with newer artists. Luke Bryan, I'm talking to you. Sometimes you sound like a muppet...but when you rap, there's no question. If muppets rapped, they would sound like you. It's too bad, because I can totally get behind "Crash My Party" and Strippin It Down." Soooooooo behind them.
There's a reason why I skip through songs until I get to the George Straits and the Tim McGraws and the Clint Blacks. They get it. They're "classic" to a 34 year-old. They've stuck it out with the same women for decades...and they still love each other. Everyone should have love like that at least once in their lives.
Ideally that kind of love will come around when you're ready for it, but sometimes it comes too soon and scares the crap out of you.
Not that I know anything about any of that.
Aubs
So, when I read the article saying that allergy sufferers were mostly screwed all winter thanks to the Noah-like conditions of the spring, I almost cried. We. Will. Die. And no matter what, I have to have a real Christmas tree, so we will suffer for our cause. It has been decided.
Man. I can't wait to use the fireplace. I realize it was 97 today, and the days of using a fireplace are in the distant future, but I'm ready. I was even googling "cords of firewood near me" before class yesterday. I mean business.
I busted out my Keurig and apple cider/hot chocolate pods for the boys. I am READY. Come on, fall! Sheeeeeesh! My plaid shirts are crying "wear me!" and all of the hoodies have been freshly washed and placed in the hall closet for easy access. Let's do this.
But only if allergies can just go away.
I was talking to a friend earlier today about how sometimes relationships just change, about how everyone wants the kind of love they can't live without...not the love they can simply live with. I knew there was a song with that same premise, and that I had it...somewhere, but I couldn't figure it out. So, while I sat at N's hitting lesson, I had my phone on shuffle, and BOOM! There it was.
Good ol' Clint Black. Man, they just don't make country artists like they used to...I'm not saying all of them are awful now, but what in the world is up with the whole "rapping mid-song" craze that's going on with newer artists. Luke Bryan, I'm talking to you. Sometimes you sound like a muppet...but when you rap, there's no question. If muppets rapped, they would sound like you. It's too bad, because I can totally get behind "Crash My Party" and Strippin It Down." Soooooooo behind them.
There's a reason why I skip through songs until I get to the George Straits and the Tim McGraws and the Clint Blacks. They get it. They're "classic" to a 34 year-old. They've stuck it out with the same women for decades...and they still love each other. Everyone should have love like that at least once in their lives.
Ideally that kind of love will come around when you're ready for it, but sometimes it comes too soon and scares the crap out of you.
Not that I know anything about any of that.
Aubs
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Gnarly Allergies
Allergies are in full swing around North Texas, you guys. I knew it was coming, but I was hoping against all hope that they would bypass at least one of us. Sadly, we're 0 for 3.
B having issues isn't a shocker because the boy is a walking ad for "allergic to all things." He gets allergy shots tomorrow, and hopefully that will fix him up in a heartbeat.
N doesn't have issues too often, but when he does, they are easily remedied with an allergy pill.
And then there's me. I think everyone in class (and anyone I spoke to on the phone) today thought I had the plague. I didn't feel bad, and I could breathe pretty well...as long as I remained standing. My professor would be talking and I'd just randomly stand up for 10 seconds, take a deep breath, then sit back down...and hold it. Luckily, I wasn't alone. I think I said "Bless you!" at least 65 times in my two on-campus classes alone.
On the way home, I got a call from B's school. It was B saying he felt like crap and maybe he should come home. I told him to tough it out...leave school early, no football practice. He agreed. And almost an hour later when I finally got back into Coppell, the school nurse called again and said he was just not feeling well and I should probably come get him.
Y'all, he bounced into the car and asked if we could go get Sprite and if he could have about 18 different snacks. All of this in the 90 seconds in took to get from the school parking lot to the alley behind our house. He hopped on the couch and started a movie.
Sick, my butt. When I told him to get ready to go get N at 3:10, he started the whole, "I'm siiiiiiick" nonsense. He was less than pleased with my harsh reply: "Dude, you're not sick. You're not running a fever. You're not puking. You're eating all.the.things. You have allergies. But guess what? We all do...and it sucks, but grab another box of tissues and power through it."
Meanest. Mom. Ever.
His stepmom picked him up a couple of hours later and reported that he was throwing passes and having a blast at football practice. I'm sure glad he enjoyed his afternoon off. It will never happen again unless he can show me a respectable fever or puke on command.
I rocked my purple glasses today, and I think I like them. It definitely gave my poor little eyes a break, although they totally messed with my depth perception. I've always had two recurring fears when I dream at night: One recurring fear is driving a car that only goes in reverse and not having any breaks or way to slow down. The other recurring fear is having one leg not work right and tripping over everything.
Second. Fear. Came. True. Today. It wasn't that it wasn't working, but I'm not used to wearing glasses for anything aside from taking the boys to school in the morning or working on my laptop at home. My depth perception was totally off (maybe it has something to do with the frames...I don't know). BUT I felt like I was totally trashed and unable to make my feet work. I felt super low to the ground, and while this might be true anyway since I'm 5'4 (1/2, thank you very much)" I felt like I was matching up with sideview mirrors on the cars in the parking lot. It freaked me out.
And then I met a curb. I knew it was coming. I saw it in front of me. And I stepped WAAAAAAAY too high. It was funny (I will admit), and I managed the stairs inside the building just fine...but outside? Y'all, I think something is wrong with me. Or my glasses. Or me.
At least I don't have to worry about them making an impact on me falling out of my bed. My pillow walls are in full force tonight. I swear, I'm going to have a really hard time if I ever decide to be in a serious relationship again where I'm expected to share my personal space.
Aubrey is actually Greek for "Does not share well with others."
It's a fact.
From Snapple. (Snapple Fact #63099)
Aubs
B having issues isn't a shocker because the boy is a walking ad for "allergic to all things." He gets allergy shots tomorrow, and hopefully that will fix him up in a heartbeat.
N doesn't have issues too often, but when he does, they are easily remedied with an allergy pill.
And then there's me. I think everyone in class (and anyone I spoke to on the phone) today thought I had the plague. I didn't feel bad, and I could breathe pretty well...as long as I remained standing. My professor would be talking and I'd just randomly stand up for 10 seconds, take a deep breath, then sit back down...and hold it. Luckily, I wasn't alone. I think I said "Bless you!" at least 65 times in my two on-campus classes alone.
On the way home, I got a call from B's school. It was B saying he felt like crap and maybe he should come home. I told him to tough it out...leave school early, no football practice. He agreed. And almost an hour later when I finally got back into Coppell, the school nurse called again and said he was just not feeling well and I should probably come get him.
Y'all, he bounced into the car and asked if we could go get Sprite and if he could have about 18 different snacks. All of this in the 90 seconds in took to get from the school parking lot to the alley behind our house. He hopped on the couch and started a movie.
Sick, my butt. When I told him to get ready to go get N at 3:10, he started the whole, "I'm siiiiiiick" nonsense. He was less than pleased with my harsh reply: "Dude, you're not sick. You're not running a fever. You're not puking. You're eating all.the.things. You have allergies. But guess what? We all do...and it sucks, but grab another box of tissues and power through it."
Meanest. Mom. Ever.
His stepmom picked him up a couple of hours later and reported that he was throwing passes and having a blast at football practice. I'm sure glad he enjoyed his afternoon off. It will never happen again unless he can show me a respectable fever or puke on command.
I rocked my purple glasses today, and I think I like them. It definitely gave my poor little eyes a break, although they totally messed with my depth perception. I've always had two recurring fears when I dream at night: One recurring fear is driving a car that only goes in reverse and not having any breaks or way to slow down. The other recurring fear is having one leg not work right and tripping over everything.
Second. Fear. Came. True. Today. It wasn't that it wasn't working, but I'm not used to wearing glasses for anything aside from taking the boys to school in the morning or working on my laptop at home. My depth perception was totally off (maybe it has something to do with the frames...I don't know). BUT I felt like I was totally trashed and unable to make my feet work. I felt super low to the ground, and while this might be true anyway since I'm 5'4 (1/2, thank you very much)" I felt like I was matching up with sideview mirrors on the cars in the parking lot. It freaked me out.
And then I met a curb. I knew it was coming. I saw it in front of me. And I stepped WAAAAAAAY too high. It was funny (I will admit), and I managed the stairs inside the building just fine...but outside? Y'all, I think something is wrong with me. Or my glasses. Or me.
At least I don't have to worry about them making an impact on me falling out of my bed. My pillow walls are in full force tonight. I swear, I'm going to have a really hard time if I ever decide to be in a serious relationship again where I'm expected to share my personal space.
Aubrey is actually Greek for "Does not share well with others."
It's a fact.
From Snapple. (Snapple Fact #63099)
Aubs
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