I have been in a semi-vegetative state all day. I didn’t got to work. I was able to rest when the kids were in school, but of course when Michael got home at 2:30 he wanted my full attention. He got it, addled though my brain is.
I couldn’t sleep much last night due to coughing. I tried to sleep this morning but being horizontal in the bed produced more coughing. Even being propped up on pillows didn’t help. This was while I was taking cough medicine, also. Well, enough about me…
Michael tends to give up immediately when something is hard. We have to teach him perseverance.
This afternoon, after he finished his homework, he was trying to zip his roly, and complaining bitterly about the balky zipper.
“It’s too HARD!” he wailed.
“Son, life is hard.” I answered.
“Why you ALWAYS say that? Life is HARD. It makes me nauseated!” he fumed, like a little soap opera actor.
I repeated that to Mother, who got a good belly laugh. He has heard us say nauseated too many times.
Michael has two friends at school, Xavier and Caesar. In Social Studies today, they had to say or sing the words to the song “Georgia on My Mind” – our state song. Michael and his buddies decided to sing it. They were so good, the teacher had them sing it for the principal. She gave them each a piece of candy, took a photo, and told them they should be in the choir. Michael was floating on air when he got home from school, and it was the first thing he told me.
Mother was thrilled to hear it. “Sing it for us, Michael!” she encouraged.
“Granny, I can’t. It’s HARD,” he groaned.
“C’mon Michael, sing it. I’ll start – “ I said, and sang a line or two. My voice is hoarse enough so I was probably in Ray Charles’ same key. Michael’s eyes got wide. “I can’t sing it that good!”
We cajoled him but he refused to sing.
If only he were so reluctant to be the Drama King!
