The Funnies

Stuff that makes me chuckle --

1. David, my 23-year-old developmentally disabled stepson called the other night with "good news." He told me and the Mr. that he's going to work at Hooters. Now David has a very real, age-appropriate, appreciation for ladies with enhanced "assets" which he expresses as only he can -- imagine a non-threatening leer, big eyes and innocent smile (kind of like how I feel about chocolate!) The thought of him working there made me and the Mr. nearly cry with laughter. In truth, David got an employment application but aint' no way he's going to work there!

2. Sighting while getting my hair colored this morning -- a 50-something "stylist" wearing a tube top, pleather jacket and harem pants. Interesting combo.

A tisket, a tasket, that darned basket

How many times are we told not to put our eggs all in one basket? But when it comes to loving your kids, how can you help but be all in? Loving them a little is like being a little pregnant - just doesn't happen. You might not like them all the time, but loving them? I don't think that stops.

So I'm having a particularly difficult time with the fact that one of my teenage sons is quite angry with me. I didn't do anything deliberately mean to him, but in his worldview, he deserves to be cold and withdrawn from me. As a parent, I know I'm supposed to rise above his anger and remain loving, patient, etc. As a person, it's difficult to stay open to someone who's so committed to his angry resolve.

Any suggestions?

Seeking meaning...

So half-way through the day, I realized that I had my yoga pants on backward. I remedied the situation immediately but here's the interesting thing -- it's not like my pants were baggy in the front from having been worn on my backside.

Does that mean my butt is as big as my belly? Bummer....

Good for a giggle and one way to pick happy.

Weekend with the Stepsons

So the Mr. had to go out of town last week to take care of some business and I was in charge of my two stepsons who live with us. Developmentally disabled but socially-enabled David was busy making plans that would have kept me driving all over the place if I hadn't said, "Enough!" Happily, he agreed that perhaps staying home one night, eating pizza and watching one of his many movies would be ok.

As to my 15-year-old stepson, he needed to study for finals. You might recall that studying -- in fact anything related to school -- is not his favorite thing. In the past he's declared that homework isn't for him and that he doesn't need to study. I tried re-positioning it as a review session, but he's no dummy. My angst and anxiety at not getting him to adequately prepare for finals had me in knots, but he was totally chill.

Grades haven't come back yet so we don't know how he did yet, but he did mention that perhaps things would have been easier if he'd done the homework. Hallelujah, an itsy bitsy teeny weeny light at the end of the tunnel!