I am such a bad Mama at times. My poor baby is still having issues with that big toenail of his. It's barely hanging on at the cuticle. When he realizes it's there and starts to wailing about it, I direct him to his Dad. When he rips the gauzy bandage protection off, I direct him to his Dad. I don't even like looking at it. It makes my insides feel yucky.
I can't handle the retching sound people make when sick. I can if I've been drinking....at least I think so. That was WAY back in college when I'd help a sister out. I don't know how I would do now going on twenty years later. After sitting here thinking about it a second? I prolly wouldn't do so good now. Where this thought come from, I have no idea. I guess I felt it had to be put out there in case I ran into any of you and you decided to go and get sick on me or something.
School is going well thus far. We all know how it goes. The first week, they hit the floor smiling and ready to face the day. As time progresses, you literally have to threaten their very lives to get them up and moving.
Paige brought home her uniforms for ROTC-Navy style. Argh. Let me just say I do not support her doing ROTC. I've heard all the pro's and whatnot. Trust me. I just want her to focus on getting as many gifted classes she can and get a college degree. She's all about going to college, being an officer, and changing the world. I'm just not the type person (and there are many who will testify to this) to be told what to do. My daughter is a lot like me. I'm curious as to how this will turn out. She will either excel and rock it or throw up her hand in disgust and walk away.
Now is where I have to learn AGAIN how to balance it all. Make sure the evening meal is served on time and home work is done. Bathe the boy every night and get him in bed because he's in SCHOOL. Full time! Have I mentioned that already? I'm not bathing him at the present time because that would mean I have to deal with that toenail. That's right, Dad is handling that. We have 10 months of school and 2 months of summer, but routines have to be re-learned. How crazy is that?
All I know right now? Is that my oldest child has two huge laundry baskets of dirty clothes outside her room that I told her to bring to the laundry room so I could get them washed today and she neglected to do so because she "forgets" all the time and if I get my stubborn streak cranked up, I won't do them and she'll be all kinds of upset this afternoon and they just won't get done. Reckon she'll have to remember next time, then won't she?
I'm going to stop thinking now. I've got a jumbo cup of coffee here that is the perfect temperature and I hear a little word whomp calling my name.