crab, crabby, crabbier

What is worse than a crabby me?
A crabbier child-I don't know if the age of 10 is going to be a good age, the closer we get the more moody someone in this house gets. I am hoping it is the never ending cough he has had or a phase, or something-some kind of excuse for the snippity, moody, drama that hangs over him like a cloud. Weird part is the next minute he is nice as pie grrrrrrrrr and double grrrrrrrrr

Mysterious Smell

I hate when I walk in the house and immediately smell something "weird". I have this "thing" if I can smell it and it offends me I must find it. So I start "smelling", walking through rooms sniffing, pausing, sniffing pausing-I narrow it down to eldest son's room. I assume it is the lizard cage so I open the window-maybe fresh air will help. I come back a while later, mmmmm no that isn't it and I know I just cleaned that ^**^^%% cage anyway and it can't be THAT bad. As I close the window I see a ziploc bag (hanging from a trophy) with cotton balls, murky water and some kind of seed (a bean growing experiment from the YMCA). There IT is-gotcha!

An experiment gone bad....incredibly, smelly BAD.

Oh to be the mom of scientific, nature loving boys.

Seeing the light

I am finally realizing I am on the down hill slide of homework:
I just hit the "save" button for my orals presentation
On Sunday I completed a 7 page paper on boys and education
Completed 4 article reviews for this weeks class
Got my graduation ceremony letter in the mail

I won't kid myself, I have put off all my internship and will need to get caught up, but for right now just enjoying the realization that I am almost done.

I am now hoping I make it through the hour oral presentation-I had a different interview tonight and could feel my mouth get as dry as sandpaper and words start to escape my brain-and that was only 10 minutes-Uh-oh, better take some water with me.

Sarcasm is genetic...really

I have come to the realization that my 9 year old listens much better than I thought he did and very well when we think he isn't listening AND he has inherited this strange sarcastic humor-from where I have no clue. Our younger son had a sleepover last night with the cutest little friend-who happens to be vegetarian. Well the night before hubby and I were joking around (sarcastically) about what to make for dinner, had a good laugh and went to bed. The night of the sleepover arrives and I am getting ready to make dinner, older son gets this gleam in his eye and says, "Hey mom, what are we having for dinner, turkey?". Poor little guest gets this weird look and says "What?". I promptly assured the little guy we were having spaghetti with vegetable sauce-then turned and sent older son to his room for a firm reminder of how to be polite to guests. Aaggggg, nurturing humor with a "filter" is so hard:)

Reaffirmation

I have mentioned before that someone from somewhere sends me a "sign" just when I need it the most. It happened just in this last hour. I have been at wits end with oldest son this week for multiple reasons-too many to go in to. I had been racking my brain and worrying myself with all those questions of self doubt. Why am I parent? What the heck am I doing? What the heck is my kid doing so on and so forth. So after reaching a peak with significant and logical consequences we are hopefully back on track. This culminates tonight when younger son finds out he is not able to stay home with his brother part of the day on Friday when they don't have school. He is heartbroken-literally. A comes in and asks me if Q can sleep in his bedroom to make him feel better, he says, "I know he is my little brother and I get annoyed, but I do feel really bad for him when he is sad and care for him alot." So they gather the blankets and we set up a bed on the floor and get out a story...guess what story... The Lorax-we read it together, we talk of the animals, the earth and loving all we have around us. A finishes by offering to rub his brothers back until dad gets home. The sign of all things good is there, snuggled in fleece blankets giggling and goofing around-which I will have to go back and squash but for now I just want to listen and enjoy to the sounds of something done RIGHT.

some better pics

Ok, so these will be the last ones I post. My jumper friend is spider woman, the coworker I have talked about with MS. We were still all reliving and enjoying the fun again today:)

link to some pics

I am next to the spiderwoman-blue cape!

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There is also a movie posted on my facebook site