Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Wanted: Wednesday Morning Do-Over

On any given week day, Mr. D. will shake me awake between 7:20-7:30am, so that I might see the teenager before he heads off to school.  I think it's actually more so that I have half a shot of becoming ever so slightly coherent prior to having to get the younger two children up and ready for school. 

This particular morning, I opened my eyes and noticed that the clock on the headboard read 7:45, and I went into instant panic mode:

"7:45! I overslept!"
"7:45! Hope D-man got off to school on time!"
"7:45! Why hasn't Mr. D awakened the little kids?"
"7:45! I need to shower, get kids to school, and be on time for an appointment in 1 hour's time!"

All of the above thoughts raced through my head in about a 15 second timespan.  Admittedly, there may have been one or two other thoughts that weren't quite as...eloquent.

I jumped out of bed, and stormed to the princess' room, "You need to wake up!"  I raced to the bottom of the stairs, and yelled up to the lil' dude, "It's late, you need to get up for school!" 

The younger children met me in the kitchen, and I heard the bathroom door open - I was expecting Mr. D to emerge, however, to my surprise it was the teenager.  Panic mode #2 set in for the morning. 

(Why is he still here) "Why are you still here?"
(You're going to be late for your Social Studies final!) "What are you....I mean, Why is....that is, where...." 

For whatever reason, be it utter confusion or just that at that time of day, I generally can't put a coherent thought together anyway, but for some reason I simply felt...dumbfounded.  AND the three monkey children were all looking at me and one another as if their mother had completely lost her mind.

Then I looked at the clock. 

It wasn't 7:45 in the morning, and my teenager was not going to be late for his Social Studies final.  It was, however, only 6:45 am, and I had 2 extremely tired little kids in front of me, and one befuddled teenager.  At that point, I could only hang my head in shame as I sent the littles back to bed for 45 minutes and let D-man amuse himself with thoughts that his mother really was completely nuts as he's believed all along.

Fast forward, and the lil' dude came back downstairs shortly before 7:30 to get himself ready for school.  I busied myself with my usual morning routine of checking email and such prior to making their lunches and getting myself together.  In my head, it was beginning to play out like a normal school morning.  The teenager was on his way (on time!), and the little dude was awake and getting his breakfast.  But it wasn't until I saw the princess make her way into the kitchen, still in her pajamas and hunting for her breakfast at 7:45 (the REAL 7:45, the time when we begin to officially hit "late" mode as we get ready for school.)

"Princess, what have you been doing for the last 15 minutes?"  (Her reply was a blank stare...somewhat similar to the look I had received an hour earlier.) I reiterated to her and Mr. D that she's STILL in her pajamas and still hasn't eaten breakfast...until the princess found her voice and said "But you told me to go back to bed..."

Oh.  Right.  I did do that. (Maybe I should begin to rethink a coffee habit?)

Mr. D began to look at me with an equally annoying yet amused look, as he realized that yep, his wife  was losing it.  

Adding to the "fun" of my morning:
  • I turned ON the light in the house prior to leaving instead of turning OFF the lights like normal people do.  
  • The good news - According to my doctor, I apparently lost 7 pounds!  The bad news - I also apparently lost 2 inches, and am a striking 5 feet tall now.  Super.  
  • I drove on the wrong road for about 3 miles before realizing I was on the wrong road.
This was all before 10:30am.  I'm calling a Do-Over.

Mr. D amused himself by texting me to find out if early Alzheimer's screening was part of my doctor's appointment.   

"I forgot."


(**Disclaimer:  I realize and am very aware of the serious nature of Alzheimer's and Dementia, as my own family has experience in dealing with it.  Please don't take this latest exchange between Mr. D and myself as anything more than what it was...him making fun of me.  Again.)

Friday, June 13, 2014

To My Favorite Teenager

To the boy who has my heart

The past three years have gone by entirely too quickly.  I fear that I have missed a very important part of your "growing up" stage as you made your way through your middle school years, and yet as an emerging teenager, I could only sit back and let you take this time to grow and mature as you became a young man.  I tried to give you the space you needed so as to not embarrass you by always being around.  Your boundaries were enlarged with friends we did not know, most we never even met (except for this past Halloween when they all showed up on our front porch), and some that we may never even encounter.   I hope that you continue to influence one another positively, holding each other up as you make your way into high school in just a few months.

All of this time you've remained the caring and polite boy that we raised as you grew into a young man.  And that's all I can ask.  Sure school has been academically challenging for you, and today at the 8th grade awards ceremony, the special recognitions were for other classmates... but it's when you come home each day and instinctively inquire about MY day before I can even ask about yours - that makes me smile.  When I overhear you taking the lead with your younger brother...guiding him.  Teaching him.  Being that all important "big brother" that he can look up to.  My heart swells with pride.  Certificates, awards, and honors are just pieces of paper that will fade and become crumpled.  It's the hard work that you put into your studies EACH and EVERY day...I don't take that fact lightly.  It doesn't matter if the grades that you've received aren't as high as others.  You've worked just as hard, if not harder than most.  That makes me proud of YOU.

Tonight as you made the choice to attend youth group instead of going to your "Moving Up Day" Dance...I'm so proud of you that you chose to follow that higher calling and that you find yourself listening to that still small voice that is speaking to you and guiding you to something that is so much greater than even I could ever dream for you.  When you find that, I pray that you will reach out and grab onto it tightly, never letting anyone lead you to the left or right, but always moving forward.

As you officially become a high school student in just a few weeks, remember that you are a unique individual.  I've said that all along.  Never, ever, let anyone tell you that's a bad thing.  You have something that sets you apart, and that is what will make others sit up and notice you for all of the incredible qualities that make you who YOU are.

I love you D,