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I’m noticing a trend.  In many ways, life with Full Speed and T.Puzzle is becoming much more pleasant.  Even though they are off school for a whole week for Thanksgiving, I didn’t even bat an eye.  I took them to the store today and I had zero anxiety about it.  If you know me it all, that is a near miraculous statement.  Of course, I still have rather unusual conversations with them before we enter any place that is of public domain.

“Your decisions in the store will determine whether or not you will be spending a large amount of time in your rooms or not once we return home.  I am only going to give you one warning.  Next time I have to speak to you about your behavior, you will have to go to your rooms as soon as we get home.”

“But, Mom,… is that one warning total or is that a warning a piece for each thing we do?  Like, ‘Calm down!’, ‘Be quiet!’, ‘Don’t kick your brother!'”  Full Speed had quite a list.

At this point I was only half-listening as the list went on and on.  “I don’t know, Full Speed.  I just don’t know.”

“Mom, what if T.Puzzle and I came up with 5,000 different ways to get in trouble?  Is that equal to 5,000 warnings?  What would you say to that, Mom?”

“I would say you are very talented.”

He grinned and chuckled.

Thankfully, we didn’t even crack the top ten.

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Stomach Trouble

DSC_8522There’s something about raising stubbornly defiant boys that leaves you a little scarred.  Yes, they’ve matured and yes, there has been tremendous growth in their public behavior.  However, T.Puzzle is still testing the waters of maturity.  He absolutely has improved a lot behavior wise and because of this, my trust in his choices is tentatively growing.  This trust is shaky and it doesn’t take much for me to jump to the worst conclusions.

Today, when his basketball camp coach pulled me aside, my heart froze just a little.  In a matter of seconds my mind raced to a myriad of scenarios.  Maybe he finally injured someone in his rather ungraceful attempts to steal the ball.   Maybe he lost control and karate kicked an instructor in the leg.  Maybe he screamed, cried and threw the mother of all tantrums.

No.   It wasn’t any of these.  He claimed his stomach hurt and needed to sit out a drill or two (my guess is they were ones he didn’t really like anyway.).

I rejoiced.  Yay!  My son has gastrointestinal issues!

After I regained composure, I felt slightly guilty that I was so pleased he felt unwell.  Thankfully, the guilt was as fleeting as T.Puzzle’s imagined stomach upset.

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I have the boys home for four days for a teacher institute and President’s Day.  It is imperative to have daily outings if I intend to survive this long weekend.  It doesn’t have to be fancy or complicated, it simply has to get us out of the house.

I took them to Walmart.  The deal is if they are well-behaved (relatively speaking) they can browse the toys with the knowledge they won’t be taking one home.  They were good with that.

They were basically well-behaved.  We did get our share of stern glances here and there.  I’m not saying they were perfect.

As we unloaded our cart in the most disorganized fashion humanly possible, the cashier noticed I had purchased some art supplies.

“Gearing up for the long weekend at home are you?”

“Yes, I am.  I’m hoping for the best.”

The cashier went on, “I completely understand, I raised three boys.”

With that, I let out a long breath and my posture relaxed.  She was on my side.  A mother of boys understands.  I could tell she had survived a lot with her boys and was grateful that she was still able to be cheerful and kind.

Then, she went on to say the greatest lie I tell myself on the days I am ready to throw in the towel.  “You’ll be grateful you have boys when they are older.  It may be hard now, but it will be so much easier then.”

Yeah, but only if I make it that long…