I’m easing into Friday morning and by easing I mean running around like a madwoman getting the house picked up because the exterminator is due in a few minutes which means he’s going into EVERY room and I don’t know about you, but not every room in my house is always company ready. On the bright side, the house will be semi-picked up for the weekend.
It has been a rough-ish week around Casa de Carpool. I’ve had a bad cough that has been keeping me up at night and as a result I’ve been draggy through the day. I’ve been choking down the Mucinex and some high-powered cough syrup from last year’s similar episode and I *think* I’m getting better, so that’s encouraging.
What’s discouraging is that my kids started back to school on Monday rested and refreshed and it appears that the kids who were bullying J last quarter also came back refreshed and ready to start in on round 2 with my boy. He is a great kid – handsome, quirky, brilliant – all wrapped in a gangly teenage body that is all arms, knees, and elbows. And emotionally, he’s just like his mama. He has a strong sense of justice, a quick temper, feelings that are easily hurt, and tears that spring up when he’s mad or embarrassed or hurt. And these qualities, which are admirable because they make him the beautiful child that he is and the wonderful man he will become once he learns how to harness them and put them in their proper place, just are not playing well with the middle school set.
I am addressing it with his teachers and school administrators (J finally told me who the boys were so they could do something about it), and we’re working with J, coaching him on techniques to use to deflect and ignore them, but it’s hard when you’re thirteen and you can’t see a way out. Please pray for him. And for those boys who I really, really, really don’t like right now
and they’d best not see me on the sidewalk.
So, with all that yuk in my head, heart, and lungs, I kinda’ want to crawl back in bed and start all over tomorrow. But denial never got anyone anywhere, therefore we’re going to acknowledge, move on and seek joy in all circumstances. And so today’s theme for the Five is:
Five Things That Made Me Happy Despite Mean Kids
1. My boys.
2. The Ring Toss game at the State Fair that I finally won after forty years of playing.
And yes, I picked the pinkest stuffed animal they had.
3. Lunch with friends who challenge me to bring my A game to life.
4. Winning the Bible quiz in Sunday School and scoring some ornamental pumpkins as a prize.
5. Surprises in the mail from a thoughtful
I noticed a package at the front door and assumed it was an Amazon delivery for my husband
who takes full and frequent advantage of his Prime membership and was pleasantly surprised to see it was for me. Inside the box was a handwritten note from my brother (save!save!save!) and sister-in-law and they gifted me this vintage cookie press that belonged to my grandmother.
I was already a little emotional about this beautiful act of love from my
brother, sister-in-law (and I’ve said it a million times on this blog and I’ll say it a million more – I LOVE MY BROTHERS FIERCELY – AND MY SISTERS-IN-LAW) and then I opened the box and found a recipe card inside that made it all the more special and I pretty much bawled on the spot.
Mainly because it reminded me of my grandmother, but maybe, too, just a little bit because I don’t know exactly how much flour it will take to make a stiff dough.
Have a nice day.
Updated to reflect that it was Patty’s thoughtful idea to send me the cookie press and that Steve went along with it. I laughed at the text I received from him where he made it very clear that he was happy to take the credit but it all belonged to her. Thanks, Patty!