I’m really glad to be fifteen, Mom. And you know what the best part is? I’ll get to get my driver’s permit and practice driving.
Why does my favorite son now imagine that this is the time to take a page from a sister’s, or another sister’s adolescent life story to give me heart failure?
True, today my son is fifteen; which makes us all old here. Remember when I first began this adventure and he was that adorable sweet-faced three year old?
Well, he still has a very sweet face.
A sweet face with the shadow of a mustache and peach fuzz and baritone voice that reminds me that he thinks the best thing about turning fifteen is he will soon be able to get his learner’s permit…in six months and one day and AFTER he completes driver’s education which will be offered in his freshman year next school year.
I look at this young man I call son and am reminded that the fact he is alive is a miracle. Will I ever not pause to honor the memory of that early morning, the day that he was born? How tiny and fragile he was and, at the same time, how strong he was?
Likely never. Sorry, son.
But today I celebrate that day and the young man standing before me. Happy birthday my favorite son!
On New Year’s Eve, Christmas left The Big Top; and it packed up and left very quickly thanks to the help from my darling husband and my favorite son. Nothing more motivating than the idea of kicking 2016 to the curb and getting our New Year’s Party on I guess.
Happy New Year Bitches!
Yeah, she hated us for a moment there.
And so onward because with holidays over and one more week of Winter Break before back to school it was time for a little fun. Block out a week off from work. Have that What do you want to do…I don’t know what do you want to do conversation. Make some plans thinking this week is going to be fun.
You will wake up like this. Guaranteed! At least I am still a majestic unicorn. A sick majestic unicorn who can barely get out of bed and squeak I’m sorry son as he brings you tea and cup of noodles.
He really is my favorite son!
And come Friday, just as you are starting to feel a little bit better, except for the coughing up a lung, you learn that atmospheric river is an actual thing. A real thing that has people in Northern Cali who actually remember the 1997 New Year storm and flooding in the Central Valley to stock up some supplies, clear the gutters, maybe get some sand bags, have the candles ready, charge all the tech devices and hunker down
Probably a very good idea since I am still coughing up a lung and a little bit…okay, a lot of snot! And with the NFL Wildcard Games and the Golden Globes on this weekend, well, I’m sorry son. Spring Break will be here soon.
Out and about in San Francisco today with my men and, look, it’s Santa!
Daniel? Daniel was walking on by with not even a nod to the right at who was sitting there.
You coming, Mom?
How far we have come.
This week in Epic Mom Fails, I sent my kid to school sick. Me, trying not to feed and encourage the Man-Cold Beast, assures him the occasional, dry cough over the holiday weekend is just allergies and he is fine…and he believes me! So off to school he goes Monday morning and the only thing I feel guilty about at the drop-off is the fact that it is 48° and he is wearing basketball shorts. That cough is just allergies.
Monday afternoon pick-up he is flushed, feverish and that cough is wheezy and rattly and, he reports, has been bugging him ALL DAY.
Why didn’t you come to the office and ask to go home?
You told me that it was allergies.
Epic. Mom. Fail.
And as I beat myself up with all the mom-guilt while we wait to see the pediatrician, he takes my hand and tells me that he hasn’t been this sick since he was in third grade. Actually the last time he was this sick, he was in sixth grade. But looking at that face I don’t have the heart to correct him. Plus I am trying to not to feed the Man-Cold Beast.
Those allergies are actually a raging sinus infection and bronchitis. My I-Am-A-Healthcare-Professional took a serious hit this afternoon.
It’s colds and flu season, y’all. get your flu shots and wash your hands early and often.
With the New Big Top means new adventures in holiday decorating because that is a thing. Of course the planning literally begins when viewing potential properties last Spring…imagining where to put up the big tree and what Griswold-crazy my darling husband will wrought. We both admitted that to one another this weekend as we started to slowly pull out The Big Top Christmas Crazy.
New Big Top, new adventures in holiday decorating, excuse us while we take our time because we have the time.
Except for Daniel because Daniel insists that the big tree can not have just lights. That is just wrong.
Holidays are about experiences and people, and tuning into what you feel like doing at the moment. Enjoy not having to look at your watch.
~ Evelyn Glennie
…or looking at your smart phone.
Goals! I have goals this holiday season.