Blessed Greetings!
Today I’m off to take my 10 year old on his first excursion while playing hooky from school. He went this morning as usual, but I intend to pick him up @ 11 and feed him lunch and take him to see How to Train Your Dragon in 3D. He has no idea. I’m so psyched!
He’s been having a hard time at school this year. Fourth grade was very trying for him. He has two different classes he’s in and both are taught by mean old ladies who clearly lost their love of teaching children a decade ago. He’s also not anything like any of the other boys at school so he doesn’t really have any friends… outside of the girls. Tall, blond, good looking, class clown is loved by the girls. But of course, this makes the bullying from the boys worse.
So, today he’s getting a free pass. Thursday is gym day and he hates gym. It’s not that he’s not athletic, but take the above bullies and arm them with weapons sports equipment and then give them all to the 4th gym teacher in 3 years and then try to use your imagination. I’m sure you understand.
Also, the cafeteria has prepared chicken quesadillas for lunch. In a word… vomitortilla.
I’m surprised at how tremulous age 10 has been. He’s a very feeeeling person though, so everything always seems bigger to him. I suppose that’s just a nice way of saying he’s a drama queen. Mike had a mustache when he was 13 and puberty ran me down like a bus when I was 10-11 so while I understand that boys are known for blooming later that girls usually, I have to wonder if my little Michael is experiencing some pre-pubescent growing pains. Heck, he’s even actually having those too. Growing pains.
But today my baby will have a good day. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time he came through the door in a good mood after school. I just keep pep talking him through it, reminding him that he’s ALMOST reached the end. Summer vacation is SO close! We don’t even have to flip the calendar to see it now.
And ya know what? He’s been on the honor roll every quarter. Even though he hates it. Even though he’s MISERABLE! Even though he only gets YELLED at by the mean old bitches who are his sad excuse for teachers. Still my son comes home with straight As on every report card.
I have the best kids in the world. Smart, kind, logical, funny, honest, authentically wonderful children.
~OxOxx ∞
PS. After I mentioned seeing 3s and deciding to plant 3 beans, Ash mentioned me on a list she made and I was #33 on an unnumbered list, then Tuesday night I woke up @ 3:33am, Wednesday I listened to Mike watching a movie in the living room that was singing a SONG about 3… triads and trinities and threes threes threes…lol… THEN I looked over at the clock as it flipped to 3:33pm…. Weird. _giggle_
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