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It’s Okay To Cry

Yesterday I had to attend the first day of a two-day CRISS (Creating Independence through Student-owned Strategies) training session.

I was nervous because it was my first time out since my visit to the doctor on Saturday.

In fact, it was the first day I wasn’t going to be in pajamas.

I walked into training coughing up a storm, but I assured everyone that I wasn’t contagious and had been on antibiotics for several days.

Let me tell you that I was miserable with a capital M. I quickly tired, and I couldn’t wait for lunch.

I was determined to stick it out, though, because I am He-Woman, hear me roar.

My instructor expressed her concern as I left the room. My plan was to grab a nap on the couch in the teacher’s lounge (the training was held at my school).

About the time I laid down, Super Sis called. She’s been checking up on me regularly. Pneumonia is one of those sicknesses that cause people a great deal of concern.

Well, I’ll tell you that I completely lost it and started bawling on the phone.

I was exhausted, didn’t want to stay, but felt like I was being weak by going home.

Super Sis empathized like a good sister.

She let me cry.

Then she told me it was okay to go home…that, in fact, I needed to in order to get better and not prolong the illness.

Finally, after a few more tears, I decided to listen to her advice and walked back to the training room to grab my things and let my instructor know I’d be leaving.

On the way, I saw my mentor, who was training elementary teachers.

My friend, Barb, had already given her a heads-up that I was very sick, so she knew when she looked at me that I needed to go home.

Once again, I lost it and started crying.

Sheesh! I even cried about the fact that I was crying. There was simply no turning off the water works!!

I continued to cry as I talked to my instructor.

Yeah. I pretty much totally embarrassed myself.

When I got home, I couldn’t get into my pajamas fast enough, and it wasn’t long before I was asleep…down for the count for four luxurious hours.

I felt so much better when I woke up but tired out quickly.

After another good night’s rest, I woke up and felt a bit like my old self.

I returned to training this morning and was, happily, able to stay the entire day!

Everyone was incredibly supportive, and my instructor generously gave me the twelve hours of credit that I will apply toward in service requirements.

Since getting home today, I’ve taken it easy on the couch while going through the CRISS manual, happily highlighting the important stuff.

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This whole experience has opened my eyes to a few things. Everything we go through in life has the potential to teach us lessons, and so it goes with my ailment.

I’m learning to listen to my body.

I’m learning that resting isn’t a sign of weakness.

I’m also learning that it’s okay to cry.

For me, crying is usually the key sign that I’m beyond fatigued.

Learning to recognize my body’s signals (apparently joint pain and fever aren’t signals I pay much attention to) is imperative if I’m going to function at my normal over-achieving standards.

Maybe one of these days I’ll finally be grown up and know myself as well as I should.

Until then, I guess I’ll cry, if need be, and then move on to my next challenge.

Olympic Hodgepodge

The world is abuzz with talk of the Olympics, so it seems quite natural that this week’s Hodgepodge questions would also include this theme.  Though it’s late in the day when I’m posting my own answers, you can still play along and link up with Joyce.

1.  The summer Olympics begin next week and London is playing host. If you had the chance to go in person what (non-Olympic) London site would you most like to visit?

I think I’d like to visit the Tower of London.  I’ve read a lot of historical novels, and I’d like to see where so many famous people in England’s history were imprisoned.

2.  What is something in your life right now that feels like an Olympic event?

Well, if you’ve been reading my blog for the past few days, you know that I’m recovering from pneumonia.  The worse thing about this sickness is the fatigue.  I’ve gotta tell you that I am a person who is ALWAYS on the go.  In fact, I’m usually running in three different directions, so my doctor’s mandate of rest has been very difficult.  With that said, I’ve found myself with no other option because I just cannot hold up for long stretches.  So, right now my Olympic event is getting better…sleeping as much as I can and letting others take care of the day-to-day stuff.

3.  What’s your favorite supper to prepare and serve when it’s too hot to cook?

Ha, ha, ha!  It doesn’t matter if it’s too hot or too cold.  I rarely cook.  My favorite supper to prepare is whatever I can either pick up from a local restaurant or go out to eat there.

4.  July 18th is National Get Out of the Doghouse Day…when was the last time you were ‘in the doghouse?’

I’m a married woman.  I usually stay in the doghouse.  It’s usually for not eating enough or adding a new pair of shoes to my collection.

5.  What television commercial do you find particularly irritating or inappropriate? You may not answer with ‘all of them’. I know some of you were thinking about it.

There is a used car lot about an hour away from here, and the commercials for this place are the most redneck-ish, dumb commercials ever.  The most annoying part is when the owner repeats his business name about a hundred times.  This is what he’s known for.  It doesn’t matter if the commercials are on TV or on the radio…I’ll turn the channel.  It’s so bad that I will NEVER buy a car from this person…EVER.  That’s how much I loathe the commercials.

6.  Share one interesting piece of news from the year you were born.

I had to do some research for this question!  I found this site, and a few of things that stand out to me are that Monday Night Football began in 1970, four students were killed at Kent State, and 18 year olds were given the right to vote.  Interesting stuff!

7.  What’s the best part of your average day?

The best part of my average day is walking into my house after running a bunch of errands or working and being greeted by my dogs.  They are so happy that I’m home, and they’re eager to love on me.

8.  My Random Thought

Since getting sick, I’ve spent most of my time on the couch.

My dogs are tired of not getting loved on, so they’ve been coming to me.

Pele, in particular (the brown dog below) has been quite sneaky.  I’ve found him on the couch two times…after I’ve woken up from naps.

He’s a big dude but so gentle and sweet.

Starbucks Bandits

I’ve been stuck inside the house for the last few days…too tired to go anywhere, and too puny to risk letting others catch my germs.

My taste buds have been off, and the only reason I’ve eaten has been because I’m supposed to, not because I really want to.

Yesterday, I got the hankering for a Cookie Crumble Frappuccino from Starbucks.

I even posted about said hankering on Facebook.

Imagine my surprise when a friend immediately responded by telling me to email my address do she could drop off the treat.

I was, I will admit, a tad embarrassed. I was on the phone with Christina, and she said to take my friend up on the offer because I would do the same thing if the roles were reversed.

Why is it so difficult to accept kind acts from others, I wonder? Do we view this as weakness?

For me, it’s about not wanting people to think I’m mooching…taking advantage of a situation.

What it really boils down to is pride, I think.

It’s humbling to accept someone’s act of kindness.

Yet, isn’t this what the Lord calls us to do…live lives that demonstrate His love in small, thoughtful acts?

Sometimes, when we don’t allow someone to do something nice for us, we might also be denying that person the blessing that goes along with the giving.

People who unselfishly give are always blessed…maybe not tangibly, but in ways we may never be aware of.

After talking to Christina, I sent my address to my friend and then ran to the bathroom and quickly applied eyeliner (couldn’t do irreparable damage to her eyes, you know!).

You should have seen the huge smile on her daughter’s face when she stepped out of the vehicle, drink in hand.

I turned my head away so I wouldn’t breathe sicky germs on her, thanked her profusely, and blew kisses to my friend, who was sitting in the driver’s seat.

The Starbucks Bandits had struck, and the joy of their generosity will bring a smile to my face every time I order a Cookie Crumble Frappuccino.

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Furry Empathy

My poor dogs. With me being so sick, I haven’t had the energy to snuggle much.

My rear has been so sore that leaning over to love on my little guys has been too uncomfortable.

I haven’t been getting up and about much, but I have tried to pet them as I walk by.

Thus, my babies have been coming to me. I believe that animals know when we are sick, and they try their best to cheer us up.

Gambit, in particular, is an attention monkey. He absolutely thrives on it.

He’s impossible to resist.

I took the following picture of him, modified it with Instagram, and now have something I’ll probably frame.

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Doesn’t that bring a smile to your face?

I’m taking care of myself…resting like I’m supposed to and taking my medicine as prescribed. I’m eager to resume my busy life…one that includes lots of furry baby play time.

Sounds of the Night

My pneumonia has brought along something else into my life…insomnia.

As I sit, on the couch all night where I’m a lot more comfortable, I hear the sounds of the night…

Grunts from others in the house who went to bed with bellies full of Golden Corral’s All You Can Eat buffet…

Runs to the potty…

Running water as toilets are flushed and hands are washed…

Doors clicking shut as bodies return to bed…

Dogs making themselves comfortable in the bed I should be lying upon…

The fan, making its gentle, soothing, and ever so faint humming noises.

Though I’d love to be in the Land of Slumber that Rooster is currently finding himself residing in, I’m grateful for these sounds as they remind me that all is, in the grand scheme of things, well in my world, and I am very blessed.

Mama Always Said…

We’ve all probably heard the advice to make sure you put on decent underclothing before leaving the house…in case you get in an accident and need your clothes cut off or something.

This morning, I discovered another reason why this is such sage advice.

First, my story.

I woke up last Monday feeling a little “off.” My chest was a little tight, but it wasn’t too bad. I even told Super Sis I thought I was coming down with a summer cold.

By Wednesday, I was feeling quite poorly. I’d wake up with my joints hurting something fierce, a headache, and a sore throat.

Not having time to be sick, I kept things at bay by taking headache medicine. Unfortunately, that medicine kept me awake ALL night Wednesday, and I felt like death warmed over.

Thursday, I continued to suck it up, worked in my classroom, and continued feeling puny.

Friday morning, I took my temperature. My fuzzy brain registered the 99.6 as 98.6. I told Rooster I didn’t have a temperature, and I went about my merry way, although I was feeling the worst I had all week.

By Friday evening, I was an emotional mess. Being sick is just not something I have time for, and frustration was mounting, as was my pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen.

I monitored my temperature and watched it spike at 101. Rooster and I stayed up late watching the movie Tron.

The Mr. Had bought Riptide Rush Gatorade for me, and I sipped on it between periodic temperature checks.

I attempted to sleep on the couch, waking up every hour in pain and still maintaining the 101 fever.

On Saturday, I woke up feeling like crud and threw in the towel. It was time to seek medical help.

The Mr. drove me to a clinic that’s open on Saturdays…one that my friend, Barb, had recommended.

What a lovely office! I cried when I walked in, completely exhausted. The receptionist was incredibly sweet, as was the young nurse who took my vitals.

I was embarrassed when the nurse had to get a child-sized blood pressure cuff. I have thin arms.

The doctor listened to my chest, but he wanted to take chest X-rays. Fortunately, the office had an X-ray machine, and after taking a look at the results, the doctor determined that I have pneumonia…probably deep on one side, which was why he couldn’t hear it with the stethoscope.

He told me he was going to write prescriptions for antibiotics and cough medicine.

And then…

He said he was going to give me a shot of antibiotics.

I hate needles.

This is one reason why I don’t go to doctors.

He told me to turn over and asked which cheek I preferred.

And that’s when I realized something.

I had the ugliest pair of underwear on that you can imagine.

A little voice had told me to change the pair before I left.

I had ignored it.

I began wishing I hadn’t.

This underwear is so ugly that I have to roll down the top because the pair is so big, and I don’t like for the underwear to show over the tops of my shorts.

How embarrassing!

But it was all about the shot, which has left me extremely sore, let me tell you.

When I’m feeling better, I’m going to throw the pair out.

Meanwhile, I’m taking it easy and have set up shop on my couch.

My dishes aren’t getting done, and it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to paint my classroom next week.

All in good time.

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A New Project Begins

You might remember the diary entry my yard wrote a couple of years ago.

Well, after a couple more years of watching my yard go even more to pot, we’re finally able to do something about it.

After getting a couple of estimates, we hired a local company to put in new sod…for the front AND back yards!

The company is also going to re-do my flower beds in the front…adding new plants!!!

I’ll be chronicling the process, of course. It will provide more fodder for the blog.

I took pictures of the yards as they currently look.

First, the front…

And now for the backyard…

Pretty bad, eh?

Yeah.

The process of fixing the yard will involve two treatment sprays to kill off the grass/weed combination that currently exists. The company sprayed the first treatment on Wednesday. In two weeks, the company will come back and do the second treatment. After another two weeks, the next phase will begin…cutting out the dead yard, removing it, leveling out the backyard by removing dirt, and laying the sod and installing the new plants!!

After that, I’m going to hire the company to maintain my yard…cut/fertilize/weed-eat…because I DO NOT have a green thumb, and I want the new grass to last a long time.

To say I’m excited would be an understatement!

Epic Fail

Saturday night, the Mr. and I were trying to decide where to eat for dinner.

He’d seen a commercial for some tasty dish at Applebee’s, so we decided to go there.

The menu was colorful and thick.

As I thumbed through it, I grew nervous.

I always do when I eat at a “new” restaurant.  It’s been years since I ate at an Applebee’s, and I wasn’t a vegan the last time.

To my dismay, I could not find a single dish that didn’t have meat or cheese on it.

Not.

One.

The Mr. asked the dreaded question, “Is there anything you can eat?”

That’s when my face grew red, and I started getting upset and angry.

Now, I realize that I can special-order dishes, requesting that an ingredient or two be left off, but my question is WHY?

Why do I have to draw attention to myself?

One thing I loathe is making a spectacle of myself.

I do that accidentally all the time.

I hate feeling singled out.

Sure, being vegan is a choice I made; however, being lactose intolerant is not by choice.

My choice to be vegan has led to my better health, and I feel better about myself mentally because I look better.  I shaved off fifteen pounds the first three weeks I started eating this way.

That is saying something.

I vented to the Mr., but I felt bad because I knew I was ruining his dinner experience.

What I wound up deciding to do was to order a house salad.

It looked like a safe choice.

I asked if cheese came on it, and after being told yes, I requested that it be left off.

So, all was well.

Meanwhile, I continued to vent.

Grrr.

Then.

Dinner came.

The Mr. had ordered a steak, and he looked pleased.

Until.

He saw my salad.

He saw it before I did and tried to warn me that I was about to get mad again.

Guess what was on my salad?

BACON BITS!!

Even before I stopped eating meat, I’d stopped eating anything that came from a pig.

Go read about it sometime.  Pig meat is incredibly unhealthy for you.

I was beyond mad.

Nowhere on the menu were the ingredients for that salad listed.

Now, I know that maybe I should have asked, specifically, but it was a HOUSE SALAD!

The server came back, and I asked her to take the salad back and to take it off of my bill.

I was nice, I promise, but I know my face showed my fury.

I told her that I didn’t blame her.

It really wasn’t her fault.

By then, I’d completely lost my appetite.

The Mr. was visibly upset, and he wasn’t going to finish dinner until I insisted that he do so.

Let me tell you that the server did not come to our table again until it was time for our check.

She didn’t come to refill our water.

Nothing.

I was, at that point, not very impressed with her.  She was not very professional.

We paid and left.

I am on the rampage.

I am declaring myself a voice for vegans everywhere!

Listen, Food Industry.

You MUST stop ignoring people with special dietary needs!

Why should we have to draw attention to ourselves by special ordering things because there’s NOTHING FOR US on your menus?

Yes, I am very aware of how it’s probably not cost effective to plan vegan meals.

I realize that we’re in the minority.

Does that mean that you should blow off my needs?

How hard would it be to include a meat-free salad and a pasta dish that has marinara sauce?

I.

Am.

A.

Human.

Who.

Needs.

To.

Eat.

Take a page from Chili’s, a favorite restaurant of mine.

A few months ago, I noticed, in very small print (hey, Chili’s, make that print larger!), that this restaurant establishment offers a black bean burger as a substitute for any of its regular burgers.

Betcha most of you didn’t know that, eh?

And you know what?

It’s DELICIOUS!

I eat it often.

It makes me feel like I’m eating a real meal.

Chili’s also has a delicious salad…Caribbean, I think.

And you know the funny thing?

There’s a note underneath it that you can ADD meat.

While I’m at it, let me throw out kudos to Burger King, which has a veggie burger on its menu.

Sure, I have to order it without mayo, but hey, that’s okay with me.

Sure, it’s fast food and probably not the healthiest, but at least I have an option when I’m on the road visiting my baby girl at college.

Sunday night, the Mr. and I were trying to decide what to do for dinner (please note that sad as it is, I rarely cook any more.  Don’t judge me please.).

The Mr. looked at me and pointedly said, “I’m not choosing after the epic fail of last night.”

I went with a local Chinese restaurant, which has VEGAN FRIENDLY food.

This place even has vegetable rolls.

I was in happy land.

I also had a full belly.

I have a list of restaurants that I can/will eat at.

After Saturday night’s experience, I can promise you that my list will probably NEVER include Applebee’s again.

Why I Hate Twitter

Ok…so Twitter seems to be the “thing” these days with people even using hash tags on their Facebook updates.

I signed up for Twitter a few years ago.

I gave it a fair go but found I didn’t like it, so I “deleted” my account.

As you know, accounts don’t really get deleted but get deactivated.

Some time later, I decided to give it another try, so I reactivated it.

After a short while, I decided I still wasn’t getting all of the hype, so I “deleted” my account again.

However, a recent discussion with Rooster and the Mr. made me decide to reactivate my account.

When I signed on (Twitter never really deletes your account but saves your information in case you change your mind), I saw the message that my account had been “suspended.”

I went to the link provided but could not find, among the possible reasons listed, one that explained why MY account had been suspended.

I put in a request to have the suspension lifted.

I responded to the generic email sent out.

Then, I waited.

It didn’t take long until I received a reply that the problem “seems to have been resolved.”

I eagerly signed back on and found, to my dismay, that the message was still there.

When your Twitter account is suspended, you are not allowed to “follow” anyone.

You’re also not allowed to “tweet.”

You are, however, allowed to change the design of your Twitter page, your password, and your profile information.  You aren’t allowed to view what your profile looks like to others.

Because your account is suspended.

So, I put in another request for technical support.

To which I got the standard email, to which I replied stating that I’d read the rules and that I had not violated any of them.

To which I got a message saying that “the problem seems to have been resolved.”

Guess what?

It wasn’t.

I’ve sent a couple more requests with my personal notes growing, shall we say, more heated.

While I’ve gotten the first standard response to the requests, when I respond (standard protocol), I haven’t gotten any follow-up messages.

No “the problem seems to have been resolved.”

No “We’re so sorry for your issue, and we’re looking into it.”

Nothing.

I tried being nice.

I really did.

I even explained that all I wanted to do was follow my children’s tweets.

I tried looking for a “real” number to call them.

There’s a real number, all right, but it’s not for technical support.

I am not happy.

Yeah, I know.  I’m having a bad week.  First the food and now Twitter.

Whatever.

I think I should offer to train companies on how to provide good customer service.

Rule Number 1:  Never ignore your customer.

Rule Number 2:  Every customer is important.

Rule Number 3:  Treat each customer like he/she is your mother.  Actually, treat the customer like he/she is your grandmother.  Everyone likes their grandmothers.

Rule Number 4:  Stop with the generic form letters.  They’re okay in some cases but not in all.

Rule Number 5:  Before telling a customer that the problem “seems to be resolved” do a quality check to ensure that it really has been.

I really would like to turn this hate-fest into a love-fest.

I can be a very loyal person.

I’d even be willing to eat crow and write a blog post about how wonderful Twitter is if my problem actually does get resolved (and I get to keep my “AuburnChick” name because that’s my whole internet identity, and I’m not willing to give it up).

So, I’m throwing down the gauntlet.

I’d sincerely like for Twitter to come out of this as the victor.

Wanna know why?

Because in doing so, we’d both actually be winners.

A Very Summery Hodgepodge

The Hodgepodge is back after taking a break to celebrate Independence Day.  I, for one, am thrilled because I really was sad last week when I didn’t have any questions to mull over.  🙂   I always appreciate Joyce’s fun and thought-provoking questions!  Play along by answering the questions on your own blog and then linking up with Joyce.

1.  How often do you check the weather? How do you check the weather?

Hmmm…tough question, actually.  When a hurricane is on its way, I check almost hourly for updates.  I try to watch at least the weather on the news, although during the school year, I frequently miss the news because I’m so busy.  During the winter, I’ll do a hand check on the window to gauge how cold it is.  Honestly, though, I always plan for rain…living in Florida and all…and keep an umbrella with me most of the time.  As far as temps go, it’s either hot, hot, hot or cold, cold, cold.  We don’t get much in-between.

2.  Since this is volume 84 of the Wednesday Hodgepodge, and since I got married in 1984, and since I’m attending a wedding this weekend it only seems right to post something related here.

Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

Agree or Disagree. Why?

Wow!  Can I just say that I’m feeling pretty stupid right now because honestly, I’m not sure I even understand what Ms. Austen is saying?!

Yeah, and I call myself a reading teacher.

Ok.  From what I can tell, the meaning of the passage may be that you’re lucky if your marriage is a happy one because whether or not you and your spouse are alike or different before you get married, you eventually become more different as the marriage progresses; thus, it really doesn’t matter how alike or different you were to begin with because it’s all up to chance no matter what.

If I’ve correctly summarized/paraphrased that paragraph, then what do I think?  Hmm.

I don’t think that happiness in marriage happens by chance.  I think that people have to make the choice to be happy no matter what the circumstances are.  People are going to be different no matter what they do.  That is life.  It’s what people make of those differences that determines the amount of happiness they experience.  If people dwell on the negatives, then they’ll be unhappy.  However, if you view the differences as complementary attributes that bring a couple full circle, then happiness can abound.

3.  Do you like to dance? Have you ever taken dance lessons?

Um, hello?  This is the girl who has the song, Hips Don’t Lie as a ringtone.

Yes, I like to dance and fancy myself a good dancer, although my children would beg to differ.

The only dance lessons I’ve had were on the cruise I went on last summer.  Super Sis and I wanted to take ballroom lessons, but the guys wouldn’t participate, so we had to be each others’ partners.

Can you say AWKWARD?  Holding hands and taking turns being the male lead was weird.

We did have a lot of fun, though, and laughed pretty hard the entire time.

4.  Fresh from the oven peach pie or home made peach ice cream? Pick one.

Neither.  I’m not a super-big fan of peaches, and I’ve never really liked pie.  I used to like peaches and creme, but now I’m lactose intolerant, so I can’t have that treat anymore.

5.  Should people accept unfairness and learn to make the best of it?

There are some things in life that are going to be unfair, such as people being born into rich families, the richer getting richer, etc.  That is just the way the chips fall.  Also, isn’t it strange how some people just seem to have all of the good luck in life?  I mean, you see the same people having good things happen for inexplicable reasons.  Once again, that’s just how life is sometimes, and we can’t do anything about it.

On the other hand, watching while one group of people is treated unfairly is not something we should accept.  Take, for instance, the Muslim population in America.  I worked in a private Muslim school two years ago…my first teaching position…and it opened my eyes to how warm the people from this culture are.  They are very driven to succeed, hence the fact that many of them are doctors and lawyers.  It broke my heart to read my students’ essays that described how they’d been yelled at while walking through parking lots.  It made me very angry too.

I’m currently teaching in a school where a lot of the students receive free and reduced meals.  My students, in particular, have difficulties with their reading comprehension.  I’ve been astounded to hear how others have labeled these students as “problem” kids.  That is unfair.

I think it’s easy for people on the “outside” (i.e., those who’ve never known someone from another culture or don’t work with struggling students) to judge.  Heck.  I used to be a person who thought that there was no reason why every child shouldn’t be able to pass our state exam by the tenth grade.  Life experience has taught me differently.  Thus, I think that we have a responsibility to share our own personal experiences and observations to help educate those who have misconceptions about others.  This is how we can fight some of the unfairness that exists in our world.

6.  The top five all time summer movie blockbusters (released between May and August and grossing at least 100 million dollars) are-Jaws, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Star Wars (the original), Ghostbusters, and ET. Which one’s your favorite?

My favorite from this list would have to be Raiders of the Lost Ark.  I’m a huge history buff, so this movie tapped into that passion of mine.  Plus, Harrison Ford wasn’t too hard to look at either.  😉

7.  If given the chance, would you like to visit the moon?

The moon?  Um…let me think a sec…NO!!  I’m satisfied looking at pictures, thank you very much.  Now, if you’d asked if I’d like to visit Hawaii, I’d have to say YES!

8.  My Random Thought

One month from today, I will be the mom of two kids who are officially away at college.

One month from today, I will be spending my first day as a mom to children who no longer live under my roof full-time.

A couple of days ago, Rooster surprised me with a cherry slushy from Sonic…

He’d been out long boarding with friends, and when he got home, he carried this in to me…a big smile on his face.

It was one of the most thoughtful things he’d done for me in a long time.

He’s been pulling away, you see, spending a lot of time this summer with friends.  I don’t see him much, and when I do, we’re usually arguing about something.

He’s asserting himself…trying to extricate himself from my mama claws.

One month away…

The time will be here before I know it.