Y'all, how are we on October's doorstep already?! And why was it 91 degrees outside today? I mean, I'm not saying I was out in it all day, but I did have to go get the mail. It was a long walk, let me tell you!
N seemed to be on the mend this morning, so he took a shower and was promptly exhausted. Around 1:00 or so, his fever started creeping back up, so he's spending yet another day at home tomorrow. He did a little Science homework, and has been vegging out ever since. His appetite is starting to return, so that's also great news.
While he lounged, I kicked myself into gear and tackled my homework. I've been putting some of it off because I didn't find it as interesting as a couple of my other classes, but I realized that today was the last day of September, and I'm out of time! I submitted my first Econ "homework" assignment (which I really just see as a review for the test, which is tomorrow), my first Texas History essay exam (there are two prompts and you have to choose one...I chose the one my computer auto-saved from a discussion board (my professor's idea, not mine) and now I have a new way to work smarter not harder), and several discussion boards for my early World History class. It doesn't seem like a lot, but it was a whole lot of typing.
And that was the majority of my day, too. With a sicko at home, there's a real limit on activity...so we're just hanging out and I'm steering clear as much as possible because who doesn't have time to catch...anything?
Oh, that's right...it's me.
I should get my book for my 6th class of the semester tomorrow, so I'll be ready to hit the ground running on Monday. Or Sunday. Or whenever October 5 is.
I seem to have lost my sense of reality. Why is this news?
Aubs
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Well, at least it's not the flu...
When N's temperature hovered around 103 for the majority of the night, I knew a trip to the doctor was inevitable. When he woke up this morning with a super-low fever, I almost didn't call to schedule an appointment.
Then he got up to pee and promptly threw up, so I went ahead and made the call. I think that hospitals and doctor's offices have some sort of fever barrier. You can be running a crazy fever (or even just a small one) in the comfort of your own home, but as soon as you cross the threshold of a healthcare related business, the fever barrier goes up and your temp is always normal.
Also, I'll go ahead and go on record about how much I despise the thermometer wand that slides over your forehead. I'm a "thermometer under the tongue" kind of gal, myself. Call me old-fashioned...I'll proudly own it! Anyway, his temperature was normal even though his head felt hot...like 100.9 hot when I took his temperature orally after we got home. He tested negative for the flu, so that's awesome, but not so awesome? Just a virus that has to run its course. He'll be out until Wednesday at the earliest since he's been running a fever for the majority of the day.
Tylenol and Advil combat it just fine, but it always comes back, so I'm attempting to let him sweat it out and move on with our lives. I can tell he's starting to feel a little better; his sense of humor is slightly more funny, although he still doesn't make sense half the time.
I emailed teachers about assignments, and they have yet to get back to me, but I figure it would help to know what we're getting into, what with the 6 weeks ending on Friday.
Oh, and during the weighing/measuring portion of our morning, I text my Seester gleefully because he's her height...and he weighs 120. Which makes him a man-child.
My grocery bill is going to be through the roof. Oh, wait. It already is...
Aubs
Then he got up to pee and promptly threw up, so I went ahead and made the call. I think that hospitals and doctor's offices have some sort of fever barrier. You can be running a crazy fever (or even just a small one) in the comfort of your own home, but as soon as you cross the threshold of a healthcare related business, the fever barrier goes up and your temp is always normal.
Also, I'll go ahead and go on record about how much I despise the thermometer wand that slides over your forehead. I'm a "thermometer under the tongue" kind of gal, myself. Call me old-fashioned...I'll proudly own it! Anyway, his temperature was normal even though his head felt hot...like 100.9 hot when I took his temperature orally after we got home. He tested negative for the flu, so that's awesome, but not so awesome? Just a virus that has to run its course. He'll be out until Wednesday at the earliest since he's been running a fever for the majority of the day.
Tylenol and Advil combat it just fine, but it always comes back, so I'm attempting to let him sweat it out and move on with our lives. I can tell he's starting to feel a little better; his sense of humor is slightly more funny, although he still doesn't make sense half the time.
I emailed teachers about assignments, and they have yet to get back to me, but I figure it would help to know what we're getting into, what with the 6 weeks ending on Friday.
Oh, and during the weighing/measuring portion of our morning, I text my Seester gleefully because he's her height...and he weighs 120. Which makes him a man-child.
My grocery bill is going to be through the roof. Oh, wait. It already is...
Aubs
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Miserable & Puny
By now you have probably realized, if you don't know me personally, that I have 2 children: N & B.
N is 12, plays baseball, loves history and is pretty much an old man trapped in a pre-teen body. He's closing in on me in height and he's stronger than I am sometimes. He knows it, too. It has the potential to be unpleasant. As the oldest by 3 years (and change), he grew up primarily around adults, hence his ease in conversing with them, hence his overall dislike for maturity levels in his age range. I'm not saying he can't join friends on the immaturity bandwagon, because he's been known to on rare occasions, but he chooses not to more often than not. N rarely gets sick, doesn't suffer from any allergies (aside from seasonal crap like the rest of us), and the only time he was seriously sick/injured was a broken arm in 1st grade.
B is 8, loves to play outside and ride bikes, play board games, help in the kitchen (or anywhere really) and is the most joyful child I have ever known. He is just gleeful about life, and his laugh? Well, it's infectious. His laugh can diffuse any situation known to man, and even when things are rough, he can find a reason to laugh. He is the youngest of 4 all together and that has been kind of tough on him. He thrives when he is the youngest in a group because most of the others typically cut him some slack and let him lead. He thrives when he is the oldest in a group because most of the others look up to him and are willing to let him make the rules. He has a hard time with people his own age because they're all on even ground. B has had a rough go of life...he's been hospitalized twice (once with Rotavirus when he was 1, and once right before 1st grade in 2012 when he had to be admitted to the ICU when he accidentally got a whiff of chlorine gas), and has a horrible time with asthma, allergies and strep throat.
N has been sick enough to miss school approximately half a dozen times or so in his lifetime. It just rarely happens...B, on the other hand, missed 2 days last week simply because his allergies were so bad he could barely open his eyes. N's knee was swollen this morning and he felt wobbly and shaky. I figured he slept so hard that he slept funny and he just needed to wake up a little. We planned to go pick apples at his great-grandparents' orchard this afternoon, so we headed that way around lunchtime. When we arrived, nobody was home and all of the apples were gone. BUMMER! We hung around for a little bit, then got thirsty so we headed back towards our house. I stopped to grab him some water, and after he drank a little, he curled up on the passenger seat and passed out.
By the time we got home, he was begging to curl up on the couch and asked for a blanket. As I covered him, I felt his head and it was on fire. 102.2. Super. I'd given him some pain reliever for his knee (it's still pretty swollen, even now) so I had to hold off on any fever reducer until later. His temperature evened out to 99.4, and he swore he'd be going to school tomorrow. I told him to wait for it.
A few hours later, we were back up to 103.4, and we've been hovering around that ever since. He's not nauseated or anything...just achy, fever/chills, and a massive headache. He finally agreed that he should stay home tomorrow, and I informed him that we'd be headed to the doctor as soon as I could get an appointment. The good news is B is with his stepmom this week, so if it IS the flu (my number 1 suspicion), he'll be able to avoid it. I hope.
Because, y'all? We had the flu in February, and it was the worst. Ever. In the history of ever.
Aubs
N is 12, plays baseball, loves history and is pretty much an old man trapped in a pre-teen body. He's closing in on me in height and he's stronger than I am sometimes. He knows it, too. It has the potential to be unpleasant. As the oldest by 3 years (and change), he grew up primarily around adults, hence his ease in conversing with them, hence his overall dislike for maturity levels in his age range. I'm not saying he can't join friends on the immaturity bandwagon, because he's been known to on rare occasions, but he chooses not to more often than not. N rarely gets sick, doesn't suffer from any allergies (aside from seasonal crap like the rest of us), and the only time he was seriously sick/injured was a broken arm in 1st grade.
B is 8, loves to play outside and ride bikes, play board games, help in the kitchen (or anywhere really) and is the most joyful child I have ever known. He is just gleeful about life, and his laugh? Well, it's infectious. His laugh can diffuse any situation known to man, and even when things are rough, he can find a reason to laugh. He is the youngest of 4 all together and that has been kind of tough on him. He thrives when he is the youngest in a group because most of the others typically cut him some slack and let him lead. He thrives when he is the oldest in a group because most of the others look up to him and are willing to let him make the rules. He has a hard time with people his own age because they're all on even ground. B has had a rough go of life...he's been hospitalized twice (once with Rotavirus when he was 1, and once right before 1st grade in 2012 when he had to be admitted to the ICU when he accidentally got a whiff of chlorine gas), and has a horrible time with asthma, allergies and strep throat.
N has been sick enough to miss school approximately half a dozen times or so in his lifetime. It just rarely happens...B, on the other hand, missed 2 days last week simply because his allergies were so bad he could barely open his eyes. N's knee was swollen this morning and he felt wobbly and shaky. I figured he slept so hard that he slept funny and he just needed to wake up a little. We planned to go pick apples at his great-grandparents' orchard this afternoon, so we headed that way around lunchtime. When we arrived, nobody was home and all of the apples were gone. BUMMER! We hung around for a little bit, then got thirsty so we headed back towards our house. I stopped to grab him some water, and after he drank a little, he curled up on the passenger seat and passed out.
By the time we got home, he was begging to curl up on the couch and asked for a blanket. As I covered him, I felt his head and it was on fire. 102.2. Super. I'd given him some pain reliever for his knee (it's still pretty swollen, even now) so I had to hold off on any fever reducer until later. His temperature evened out to 99.4, and he swore he'd be going to school tomorrow. I told him to wait for it.
A few hours later, we were back up to 103.4, and we've been hovering around that ever since. He's not nauseated or anything...just achy, fever/chills, and a massive headache. He finally agreed that he should stay home tomorrow, and I informed him that we'd be headed to the doctor as soon as I could get an appointment. The good news is B is with his stepmom this week, so if it IS the flu (my number 1 suspicion), he'll be able to avoid it. I hope.
Because, y'all? We had the flu in February, and it was the worst. Ever. In the history of ever.
Aubs
Take me out to the ballgame, or maybe just take me out...
N skipped practice yesterday since he was babysitting, so when we got an email from his coach saying we were down to 8 players for our game, he was ready to get there and be a leader. His latest and greatest quest in life is to find an adult-ish wallet since he can't find the velcro Tony Hawk wallet that he lost...oh, two years ago or so.
I have been trying to explain to him how important it is to NOT buy things impulsively. Unfortunately, I also suck at this, even though I fully understand it in theory. That said, I thought I'd convinced him to wait until Sunday to go purchase a wallet. I was mistaken.
My mom came over after the ballgame (we won 7-6, but more on that in a minute), and when she left, N had his shoes on, ready to go. And he's persuasive.
So, he's now the proud owner of a "man" wallet. It's brown leather, and it isn't a tri-fold, so he thinks it's the best thing on the planet. And now he says he needs shorts with bigger pockets so it'll fit better.
It's always something.
SO. The game. N played first for the majority of the game and hit well. On his second at bat, however, he tripped over the first baseman who was blocking him, and slammed his knee into the ground. My heart dropped to the ground as I watched his face twist in pain and hobble toward the bench, calling for a pinch runner. I ran to grab some ice (not knowing they had an ice pack in the dugout already) and took it into the dugout, where N was icing his knee. I told him to elevate it, and he told me I was being dramatic. Dramatic is hobbling off the field, calling for a pinch runner, but whatever. We go with it. He played through the pain and caught for the last inning or so.
Meanwhile, there's a kid on the other team, a "J" who has played with us before...in the fall of 2012. While he was up to bat, he argued with the umpire about how he was calling the game. When the ump called him out, J told him, "You must be high on drugs or something."
Bad idea. The coach heard him and benched him, just as the ump walked over and said he intended to eject him. J threw his helmet, packed up his bag, and left the dugout. His dad was sitting in front of me and we'd been chatting throughout the game. J throws his stuff at his dad's feet and starts griping about how N stole his bat. Wait, what?! My N? I asked J what he was talking about and he seemed to think that N stole his bat 2 years ago, when the bat length was a good 3 inches shorter. I spoke up and asked him which bat he was talking about, then informed him (rather politely through clenched teeth) that I just purchased the bat in question earlier this year. His dad told him to shut up and that he was already in trouble. I told him that there were a lot of those bats this season, so I hoped he was able to find his.
And then I stared while he continued to blame N for the bat theft, I'm guessing since N was the only one on the other team he recognized? I have no idea. Some people...
So, we're spending the evening icing a knee and playing some Red Dead on Xbox. Because we're super awesome.
Aubs
I have been trying to explain to him how important it is to NOT buy things impulsively. Unfortunately, I also suck at this, even though I fully understand it in theory. That said, I thought I'd convinced him to wait until Sunday to go purchase a wallet. I was mistaken.
My mom came over after the ballgame (we won 7-6, but more on that in a minute), and when she left, N had his shoes on, ready to go. And he's persuasive.
So, he's now the proud owner of a "man" wallet. It's brown leather, and it isn't a tri-fold, so he thinks it's the best thing on the planet. And now he says he needs shorts with bigger pockets so it'll fit better.
It's always something.
SO. The game. N played first for the majority of the game and hit well. On his second at bat, however, he tripped over the first baseman who was blocking him, and slammed his knee into the ground. My heart dropped to the ground as I watched his face twist in pain and hobble toward the bench, calling for a pinch runner. I ran to grab some ice (not knowing they had an ice pack in the dugout already) and took it into the dugout, where N was icing his knee. I told him to elevate it, and he told me I was being dramatic. Dramatic is hobbling off the field, calling for a pinch runner, but whatever. We go with it. He played through the pain and caught for the last inning or so.
Meanwhile, there's a kid on the other team, a "J" who has played with us before...in the fall of 2012. While he was up to bat, he argued with the umpire about how he was calling the game. When the ump called him out, J told him, "You must be high on drugs or something."
Bad idea. The coach heard him and benched him, just as the ump walked over and said he intended to eject him. J threw his helmet, packed up his bag, and left the dugout. His dad was sitting in front of me and we'd been chatting throughout the game. J throws his stuff at his dad's feet and starts griping about how N stole his bat. Wait, what?! My N? I asked J what he was talking about and he seemed to think that N stole his bat 2 years ago, when the bat length was a good 3 inches shorter. I spoke up and asked him which bat he was talking about, then informed him (rather politely through clenched teeth) that I just purchased the bat in question earlier this year. His dad told him to shut up and that he was already in trouble. I told him that there were a lot of those bats this season, so I hoped he was able to find his.
And then I stared while he continued to blame N for the bat theft, I'm guessing since N was the only one on the other team he recognized? I have no idea. Some people...
So, we're spending the evening icing a knee and playing some Red Dead on Xbox. Because we're super awesome.
Aubs
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Babysitting and Grandfriends Day
I'm fairly certain I've mentioned this before, but N is super-into maps and flags. Like, it's all he wanted for his birthday, and since then, he's been working with his dad to make money. For what? More maps and flags.
We're running out of wall space, here...he's going to have to start cycling them in and out, perhaps seasonal flag changes? I'm grasping at straws here.
Anyway, he really wanted this vintage map he found on Amazon, so he asked if he could pay me and I could buy it with my Prime account. Okay, no problem. And then, when I went to purchase the item he put in my shopping cart, I found 3 items totaling almost $50 instead of the ONE item we had originally discussed.
Sneaky, but not sneaky enough. I told him I'd be happy to purchase them when he was able to pay me the full amount. And then he asked if he could come with me to babysit so he could make some money.
C & J LOVE him. He plays games with J and talks to C, and reads really great bedtime stories. This time, however, he was cranky. And that doesn't make a great babysitter. He turned it around at bedtime and managed to make some money to buy his flags and maps.
So, I ordered his vintage Betsy Ross flag, his "Don't Tread On Me" flag, and his super-vintage world map.
And I still have no idea where he intends to put it all, so that will be our next adventure.
Also, today was Grandfriends Day at B's school, where a special friend/grandparent comes in for an open house type event, then cookies and lunch with their student. It's always a lot of fun, and this year was so much better than last year. Last year, our class was coping with the loss of a classmate that passed away the night before at the age of 6. Today was the one year anniversary of her death, and although everyone was having a great time with their special friends, I know I wasn't the only one who was thinking about her and her family. It's sobering and puts life in perspective. We are never guaranteed a specific number of days, so we need to cherish them all.
My mom usually comes for Grandfriends Day because she's the only local grandparent. This year, B hadn't seen his stepmom in 3 weeks (It was my week, then his stepmom was out of town and his dad wasn't feeling well, so I got a second week, and then B got sick and it was my week again), so she asked if she could be his surprise special friend. My mom agreed, so stepmom came to surprise B...and she brought her mom (B's step-grandma, I guess?), too. They asked if they could take him home after lunch instead of having him stay the whole day, so B had a SUPER short week this week, since he missed Monday and Tuesday and left early on Friday.
I miss him already. He's over there all week, then back with me for a few days before I head out of town to see my dad for a long weekend. I can't wait!
Aubs
We're running out of wall space, here...he's going to have to start cycling them in and out, perhaps seasonal flag changes? I'm grasping at straws here.
Anyway, he really wanted this vintage map he found on Amazon, so he asked if he could pay me and I could buy it with my Prime account. Okay, no problem. And then, when I went to purchase the item he put in my shopping cart, I found 3 items totaling almost $50 instead of the ONE item we had originally discussed.
Sneaky, but not sneaky enough. I told him I'd be happy to purchase them when he was able to pay me the full amount. And then he asked if he could come with me to babysit so he could make some money.
C & J LOVE him. He plays games with J and talks to C, and reads really great bedtime stories. This time, however, he was cranky. And that doesn't make a great babysitter. He turned it around at bedtime and managed to make some money to buy his flags and maps.
So, I ordered his vintage Betsy Ross flag, his "Don't Tread On Me" flag, and his super-vintage world map.
And I still have no idea where he intends to put it all, so that will be our next adventure.
Also, today was Grandfriends Day at B's school, where a special friend/grandparent comes in for an open house type event, then cookies and lunch with their student. It's always a lot of fun, and this year was so much better than last year. Last year, our class was coping with the loss of a classmate that passed away the night before at the age of 6. Today was the one year anniversary of her death, and although everyone was having a great time with their special friends, I know I wasn't the only one who was thinking about her and her family. It's sobering and puts life in perspective. We are never guaranteed a specific number of days, so we need to cherish them all.
My mom usually comes for Grandfriends Day because she's the only local grandparent. This year, B hadn't seen his stepmom in 3 weeks (It was my week, then his stepmom was out of town and his dad wasn't feeling well, so I got a second week, and then B got sick and it was my week again), so she asked if she could be his surprise special friend. My mom agreed, so stepmom came to surprise B...and she brought her mom (B's step-grandma, I guess?), too. They asked if they could take him home after lunch instead of having him stay the whole day, so B had a SUPER short week this week, since he missed Monday and Tuesday and left early on Friday.
I miss him already. He's over there all week, then back with me for a few days before I head out of town to see my dad for a long weekend. I can't wait!
Aubs
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Stupid Purple Dinosaur
Mine may drive me absolutely insane sometimes, and we may not always get along or see eye to eye on...well, anything, but family is awesome. It reminds me of a song I used to sing when I would babysit those precious children who loved that horrid purple dinosaur:
"A family is people,
A family is love.
That's a family.
They come in all different sizes
And different kinds,
But mine's just right for me, yeah!
Mine's just right for me."
My family is perfectly imperfect. My "nuclear" family is sometimes volatile (like today when we all just took a page from Alexander's book and had terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days) but, man...they sure are precious when they're sleeping. I know some people will totally relate to that. Or most of you. Even if you don't want to admit it. I won't judge.
My "nuclear" family when I was growing up was also imperfect. My dad traveled a lot and my mom got to deal with the brunt of our anger, hostility and hatred. Three females? And a female cat and dog? If I had been my dad, I would've been gone all the time, too! It wasn't his fault, but it was his job. When he'd come home from a week of traveling, he'd want to chill and relax, and we'd be raring to go. I can't imagine how difficult it was on him, but he took it all in stride.
My extended family is rather large, however, most of us don't keep in touch. There was a "core" group of grandkids on my mom's side: My sister and me and then my mom's sister's daughters...there were (eventually) 4 of them. We grew up in the same neighborhood and lived around the corner (or a few of them) from each other. Four of us are stairstep cousins: I have a cousin a year-ish older and a year-ish younger, who's a year-ish older than my sister. They have two sisters who complete our stairsteps, too. We have very few male cousins, so they get to put up with a lot from us. Or at least they used to...like I said, we don't get to keep in touch nearly as often as I'd like.
The great thing about being a grown-up (there's just one? Womp womp!) is that two of the cousins in our staircase live less than 5 minutes from me, and one of them came to my house tonight to pick up a book for her book club AND some potato soup, too! She's my "Pal," which requires an explanation: Right before I turned 7, we moved from our home in San Antonio to Norman, Oklahoma. When we'd come back to SA to visit (which was quite a bit because I had an ill grandparent), we'd inevitably spend at least one night with them. Each time we'd leave, our stairstep cousins (L & Z) would run down the sidewalk in their cul-de-sac, waving their arms and jumping while yelling, "YOU'RE STILL MY PAL!!!!!" It was tradition...a tradition that we still do in some way/shape/form on a regular basis.
My Pal and I had a blast catching up, and she helped with my Spanish class because, let me just say...the textbook we're using is awful. We busted out Guess Who and I described the characters in Spanish, while inserting my own words like "Alfred son...d-bag?" Needless to say, there were lots of laughs. I love that I have cousins I'm close to on my mom's side of the family. On my dad's side, family members don't really keep in touch at all, but I have two cousins that I absolutely adore! They don't live close, and I haven't seen them in 6 years, but thank Jesus for Facebook! It's so wonderful to be able to keep up with each other and chat whenever we have a free moment.
Let's face it...it's not that often, but it's one of those things where you take the time. And I'm glad I took the time with L tonight because...man! I haven't laughed that hard in a while!
YOU'RE STILL MY PAL!!!!
Aubs
"A family is people,
A family is love.
That's a family.
They come in all different sizes
And different kinds,
But mine's just right for me, yeah!
Mine's just right for me."
My family is perfectly imperfect. My "nuclear" family is sometimes volatile (like today when we all just took a page from Alexander's book and had terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days) but, man...they sure are precious when they're sleeping. I know some people will totally relate to that. Or most of you. Even if you don't want to admit it. I won't judge.
My "nuclear" family when I was growing up was also imperfect. My dad traveled a lot and my mom got to deal with the brunt of our anger, hostility and hatred. Three females? And a female cat and dog? If I had been my dad, I would've been gone all the time, too! It wasn't his fault, but it was his job. When he'd come home from a week of traveling, he'd want to chill and relax, and we'd be raring to go. I can't imagine how difficult it was on him, but he took it all in stride.
My extended family is rather large, however, most of us don't keep in touch. There was a "core" group of grandkids on my mom's side: My sister and me and then my mom's sister's daughters...there were (eventually) 4 of them. We grew up in the same neighborhood and lived around the corner (or a few of them) from each other. Four of us are stairstep cousins: I have a cousin a year-ish older and a year-ish younger, who's a year-ish older than my sister. They have two sisters who complete our stairsteps, too. We have very few male cousins, so they get to put up with a lot from us. Or at least they used to...like I said, we don't get to keep in touch nearly as often as I'd like.
The great thing about being a grown-up (there's just one? Womp womp!) is that two of the cousins in our staircase live less than 5 minutes from me, and one of them came to my house tonight to pick up a book for her book club AND some potato soup, too! She's my "Pal," which requires an explanation: Right before I turned 7, we moved from our home in San Antonio to Norman, Oklahoma. When we'd come back to SA to visit (which was quite a bit because I had an ill grandparent), we'd inevitably spend at least one night with them. Each time we'd leave, our stairstep cousins (L & Z) would run down the sidewalk in their cul-de-sac, waving their arms and jumping while yelling, "YOU'RE STILL MY PAL!!!!!" It was tradition...a tradition that we still do in some way/shape/form on a regular basis.
My Pal and I had a blast catching up, and she helped with my Spanish class because, let me just say...the textbook we're using is awful. We busted out Guess Who and I described the characters in Spanish, while inserting my own words like "Alfred son...d-bag?" Needless to say, there were lots of laughs. I love that I have cousins I'm close to on my mom's side of the family. On my dad's side, family members don't really keep in touch at all, but I have two cousins that I absolutely adore! They don't live close, and I haven't seen them in 6 years, but thank Jesus for Facebook! It's so wonderful to be able to keep up with each other and chat whenever we have a free moment.
Let's face it...it's not that often, but it's one of those things where you take the time. And I'm glad I took the time with L tonight because...man! I haven't laughed that hard in a while!
YOU'RE STILL MY PAL!!!!
Aubs
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Talk Talk Albert
When I was in Kindergarten, there was a boy in my class named Talk Talk Albert. For a good part of the year, I was convinced that was actually his name. That was a super fun year. We took turns chasing each other on the playground and made some really awesome glasses out of egg cartons with patterns cut out of the bottom and covered with blue cellophane. I also got in trouble when I asked to take my shoe off after stepping in a fire ant pile when my foot was practically two times it's normal size. Ahhhhhh, the joys of Kindergarten! I went to a private Christian school, and I was constantly reciting the Lord's Prayer...so much so that my sister would tattle on me for saying it: "Mooooooooom, she's saying the Lord's Prayer!" Oh, I was such a rebel...
Today, I was Talk Talk Albert. I have no idea what was so important, but I swear I feel like I've been talking all day long. I spent the morning talking to AT&T about what options N had if his phone could not be found. I spent 3 hours at school, talking about Spanish and about what I didn't like about the new curriculum they started this semester. I spent 20 minutes talking at the grocery store. I spent from 3:15 until 8:45 talking practically non-stop, whether it be to my children, to neighbors who are moving away, on the phone to each of my parents and finally, reading the boys part of our Magic Treehouse book before bed.
I am all talked out. And I think that also means I'm all typed out. 'Cause man!
Aubs
P.S. I was looking for pictures of me from my first day of Kindergarten, but I have no idea where they are. I know I have at least one because I've seen it recently...but instead I got caught up at looking at pictures from a couple of years ago, when I was way skinnier. And I realized I need that kind of motivation. So, here I go. Maybe.
Today, I was Talk Talk Albert. I have no idea what was so important, but I swear I feel like I've been talking all day long. I spent the morning talking to AT&T about what options N had if his phone could not be found. I spent 3 hours at school, talking about Spanish and about what I didn't like about the new curriculum they started this semester. I spent 20 minutes talking at the grocery store. I spent from 3:15 until 8:45 talking practically non-stop, whether it be to my children, to neighbors who are moving away, on the phone to each of my parents and finally, reading the boys part of our Magic Treehouse book before bed.
I am all talked out. And I think that also means I'm all typed out. 'Cause man!
Aubs
P.S. I was looking for pictures of me from my first day of Kindergarten, but I have no idea where they are. I know I have at least one because I've seen it recently...but instead I got caught up at looking at pictures from a couple of years ago, when I was way skinnier. And I realized I need that kind of motivation. So, here I go. Maybe.
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