Getting my son to move quickly and efficiently in the morning, and remember everything he needs to take, is about like paying $1/gallon for gas. You can wish for it, but it's not going to happen any time soon.
I had to get Mike up early this morning to be on the basball field at 8:30, for a long practice and possibly a scrimmage game. I woke him up at 7:18. At 7:45 I was trying to get him to eat part of an omelet. "I JUST WOKE UP!" he said, very grumpy.
"Drink your cider, kiddo," I told him.
He was drinking a cup of tea every morning, like me, but then he decided tea stains his teeth, so now he's back to hot cider, which is fine with me.
"Mom, I can eat the omelet but I can't eat the toast. It's TOO MUCH," he said.
This from a boy who can eat a plate of pasta bigger than his head.
Ten minutes later, having consumed omelet and about half a cup of salsa, he was jumping around the kitchen, grabbing Coco and kissing her, a totally different guy.
Problem was, no shirt. We went upstairs so he could choose a tee shirt out of the three dozen casual and dress shirts in his closet. He very carefully looked through them and pulled out an old tee shirt my dad had bought years ago at a bar in Minneapolis, Brit's Pub. Mike started to put the shirt on and I yelled "NO! You cannot wear that shirt!" He looked astonished.
"Michael you're playing at a Baptist church. They will not like you wearing a shirt that promotes beer drinking. Trust me on this."
Ironically, Dad went to Minneapolis for a Salvation Army convention, when he found that shirt. He was probably the only there who was Episcopalian.
I digressed.
Then Michael gets to practice and he has forgotten his bat. I come home, get the bat, and take it back to him. Fortunately, at 8:30 in the morning there's not much traffic around here.
More news, let's see...
- I have spent a lot of time in the last week trying to shuffle schedules for tennis matches, as his tennis team [I am co-captain] has two matches during spring break. Grrrr.... most of the kids are gone that week. So trying to schedule matches ahead of time has been a nightmare.
[Why is it that all middle class suburban kids have scheduled activities out the wazoo?!? I've coordinated depositions for a dozen lawyers that weren't this hard to nail down.]
- Alesia had Career Day yesterday at her college. I asked her what she liked about it. "I dunno Mom, most of it was boring. They didn't have anything about cars," she grumped. Alesia loves cars. She will either be a mechanic, a car designer, or a race car driver.Or she will marry one.
- Mother is reading a mystery book where one of the main characters is a talking yorkie-poo. This is a book designed for us, for sure. And I just grabbed it off the New Books shelf at the library.
- We are supposed to get thunderstorms today all across Georgia. Michael has a tennis match this afternoon. Y'all pray the storms stay away from the tennis court where his team is playing! I don't think I can take another reschedule.
- My dear friend S [don't want to reveal his name] is going through a very tough divorce and dealing with unemployment and terrible health issues. He has the trials of Job right now, bless his heart. He's a wonderful, brilliant guy. Please say a prayer for him.
