High School? Really?

Today I registered my baby boy for high school (don't tell him I called him that). I can't believe DB is 14 years old and about to be a freshman! To top it off, now that we are out of that horrible district, we're putting him back in public school. His dad and I got a chance to meet his counselor, the soccer and baseball coach (he's trying out for both), and get a look around the school.

We've got his new backpack ready to go. New shoes, new haircut, new clothes (well, some anyway), and it doesn't feel real. When did he grow up? And when did he get taller than me? It happens so fast. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and enjoy more of his growing up again. Ah, to re-live the first steps, his first words, that cute baby smile, his adorable baby giggle, and all the other things that make up for the late nights, teething, and diaper changes. Alas, it's a one time deal.

I'm very proud of the man he's growing up to be. If he focuses and puts his mind to it, he's got a big bright future ahead of him. He's brilliant (and that's not just the mom in me talking), fit, athletic, and totally adorable. I just can't believe it's happening so fast. GB decided to comfort me by reminding me that soon he will have his Senior Ball and be graduating. Thanks a lot. Why not twist the knife a little and tell me soon he'll be moved out, married and have a family of his own. *sigh* What's a mother to do.

Guess I just need to put on a happy face and be encouraging and there for him, it's not easy. Sure does make me appreciate my mom more. Love you mom!

Until next time,

The Blogoholic

Sure, kick me while I'm down

There is a song that I heard on the radio today, it's by Tim McGraw. The first part is:
"You know those times when you feel that there's a sign there on your back, says I don' t mind if you kick me, seems like every body has. Things go from bad to worse, you think they can't get worse than than, and then they do." Well, my life kinda feels like that right now. With the economy being what it is, the poor job market, and the college fees going up so we can't afford for my husband to take classes this semester, and being so far upside down in the mortgage that we can't get out from under the house, I'm a little on edge lately. Every little thing right now pushes me over the edge.

I'm sitting in my living room, stewing over my darling husband not doing the one thing I asked him to today. Just drop a couple things off at the post office. Home all day, all he had to do was watch our son (who's almost 14, so it's not a full time thing), and take him to Karate class. I get home, and what do I see, the packages still sitting on the table where I left them for him last night. Customer orders that really needed to ship today, and here they are gathering dust.

I know I'm over reacting, but I was so mad when I saw them that I started yelling at my empty house. You'd think that working a full time job, and trying to run a small business on the side that he could step in and handle the important little things for me. It's not like he's working right now or going to school. Which is part of the problem.

Top it all off, he just called to let me know they were headed home, and could hear in my voice that I was upset about something. I told him why I was upset, and he felt so bad and apologized over and over, which just made me start crying. I know I must be totally stressed out if an apology can make me cry like that.

How do you get your life back on track when you're so derailed you can't even see the tracks anymore? One day, one step, one inch at a time.

Until next time,

The Blogoholic

Funny Sleepers

My husband (whom I will be calling GB in order to protect him from utter embarrassment, and I won't tell you what it stands for because if he found out I did he'd wring my neck!) has a habit of saying and doing the funniest things in his sleep - besides the horribly loud snoring. So I've decided to keep a log of some of these things. (So be sure to come back and check out any more stuff I add to this post.)

One of the things I vividly remember is one night several years ago we were in bed, and he was snoring so loud I couldn't sleep (I bet many of you have been there). Well, I nudged him and whispered "Roll over, you're snoring." Well, he yelled back (and I mean yelled, in a very angry voice), "I'm not even asleep, I can't be snoring. It's the dog." To which I nearly burst out laughing, since I had been watching him snore, could tell where it was coming from, and the dog was in our son's bedroom at the time. When I told him the story in the morning, he didn't remember any of it. Which is always the case.

Here's some of the other things he has said:
* DB! Come take off my shoes. (He wasn't wearing shoes at the time) - DB is what I call my son, it's short for Destructo Boy, which I'll explain in detail eventually.

* GB: "Who took the pictures?"
Me: "What pictures?"
GB: "The pictures on the computer?"
Me: "What computer?"
GB: "Your computer?"
Me: "There aren't any pictures on my computer..."
GB: "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

* GB: "DB!" (who had been in bed for an hour)
Me: "He's in bed, what do you need?"
GB: "Tell him to bring me the words"
Me: "What words?"
GB: "He needs to bring me the words so I can explain them."
Me: "What words are you talking about?"
GB: "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Until next time,

The Blogoholic