I'm jealous. I want to go to Disney, too! I've never been, and think it's high time I get to go. I mean, I'm only 38, still a kid at heart. I want to see Pluto and Goofy. I want to have my picture taken with Cinderella. I want to view the fireworks over the Magic Kingdom. It's not too much to ask, is it?
Maybe I could leave the kids at home, use free Disney vacation planning services, and get off cheaper than if the whole family went. I mean, I could see taking a vacation by myself. Of course, I would send pictures home so the kids wouldn't feel too left out. I'm not an uncaring mom, really.
Maybe I'd take Mike. But only if he channeled his inner child and promised to NOT act like an adult while we're there. He's never been either. I wonder if he could do that? I wonder if he WOULD do that?
Someday, I suppose we'll go. I've heard wonderful things about Disney. Even as an adult, it never seems to lose its magic. It's not just for kids, ya know......
Who's up for a Disney Vacation?
There's Just Some Things I Cannot Stand
I'm sitting here in my bedroom/office. Tim has come in and decided to watch TV in here because he's bored and Mike won't let him watch what he wants on the living room TV. I say fine. He proceeds to turn on sports. Now, I'm not against sports. Really, I'm not. I'll watch an occasional baseball or football game. But for some reason, if it's on TV and I'm not actually watching it, I can't stand to listen to it.
It sounds like a bunch of noise that makes no sense and it grates on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. You know what I'm talking about.
I cringe.
I don't know why.
I'm just weird that way....
Sometimes Life is Like That
Whew! It's been a while, I guess. I don't know where the time goes, but it sure goes fast. Summer is almost over, and I feel as if I've slept through most of it. It all seems a blur. Sad too, because Tristan leaves in the Fall for college....out of state. I really thought I'd spend more time with him this summer, but it hasn't happened yet. You know, the whole "I'm an adult now, and can come and go as I please." I swear, he goes more than he comes. I guess that's normal though, huh?
I just found out that a good friend of mine is going through some marriage difficulties. Funny, because for one, we're good friends and I didn't even have a clue, and two, because they are the perfect couple. You know the kind. They are the ones that make you want to puke when you see them in public hanging all over each other and smooching all the time. I was totally floored, to be honest. Turns out they don't see eye to eye on most subjects. Go figure. I guess some people are just full of surprises. Or just full of it. I'm not sure which. They'll be going for relationship coaching to see if they can find a way to agree. I have to hand it to them. At least they're going to try.
Let's see, what else?
Oh, we had Tristan's graduation party this past weekend. Have to say, the party was great, but the turnout was pitiful. Mike grilled all morning long, and I slaved in the kitchen all morning. We bought enough soda to quench the thirst of an army of teenagers. We set up chairs, tables, and decorations. It was beautiful. And, it was all over by 6pm. Everyone left, and no one else showed up after that. I didn't even need to turn on my strands of lighted decorations. It was very disappointing. On the flip side, Tristan did make out pretty well in the gift/money department from the guests that did show up, so it wasn't all bad. He'll have about $400 more to add to his bank account for college and some much needed necessities for his dorm room. I tell ya, I'm glad this kind of thing doesn't happen every day!
So, that's it for now. I've been busy, busy, busy, but really would like to get back to this whole blogging thing. It's kind of therapeutic, ya know?
Out of the Mouth of Babes
Out of the blue, in the car on the way home this afternoon.
Tim: Mom?
Me: What?
Tim: Did you know that Humpty Dumpty is DEAD?!
Me: trying not to burst out laughing What?
Tim: Yeah, he's dead. matter of factly Haven't you heard that saying?
Me: What saying is that? It's getting harder not to laugh out loud
Tim: Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
Me: All the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
Tim: Yeah, that's the one.
It suddenly struck me that I have to be the worst mother on the face of the Earth. How in the world did my kid get to be almost 11 years old and not know the Humpty Dumpty Nursery Rhyme? Surely I taught it to him some time ago, like 9 YEARS ago?!
He was serious folks. I think he just learned this Nursery Rhyme and thought he was passing on some important information that I didn't already know.
I AM the worst mother. Now, I'm wondering what else I neglected to teach my children that should have been a given during their childhoods.
Did I Do It Right?
Oh boy. Tristan graduates this Sunday, and my nerves are kicking in full time. I'm beginning to wonder if I raised him right? Did I teach him everything that he needs to know to make it on his own eventually? What if I didn't? Will he be smart enough to figure it out on his own?
It's driving me insane, really. He's so emotional lately. I understand the proposition of being on his own might be overwhelming. It's overwhelming for ME! He's probably scared to death at the prospect of heading off to college in the fall. Out of state. On his own. I get it. But, man! He is so emotional, and dramatic, and all, "my life sucks" right now. It's leaving doubts in my mind as to his ability to handle life on his own.
Of course, we'll never be out of reach for him, but we won't be easily accessible like we have been. I wonder if that is bothering him already? I can't talk to him rationally. He crushes everything I say or suggest, as if I know nothing, and he knows everything. It's very frustrating trying to empathize with a young adult. I think he thinks I'm too old to understand....to truly understand how he feels.
But I do understand. I remember graduating high school, and the idea of truly being on my own for the first time in my life bearing down on me. I was scared. But I was excited, too! I couldn't wait to get out there and try it on my own. No more school (I didn't go to college), no more parents telling me what to do, no more answering for anything. On that last one, I found out real quick that that was not true, but I learned. I learned life lessons, and I survived.
I try to convey all this to Tristan, but he doesn't want to hear it. I'm wrong. And whatever I say, it only makes him feel worse, so I'm told. So, I throw up my hands. For now. He'll be fine, I'm sure. I'll just bide my time, and when he needs me (and he eventually does) I'll be here.
It's so hard being a mother.
