Here's the plan

I guess the thought of running the last leg (2.5) in front of a crowd of people is something my team mates would rather not do and would prefer to run the 6 mile. I have thus been nominated as the final and shortest leg which my partners very excitedly said "see you can be our strong finisher-you can even sprint!" This perplexes me,I am thinking A)the gal who volunteered is more of a matyr than I am, B)She is more competitive than I am or C) They are afraid of me passing out and none of us finishing!

On another note how does an 11 year old go from blushing and talking about how the lovely Elizabeth in his class ruffles his hair (every day) and asked him to sit by her at lunch. To which he said no thank you because they were already scrunched-and he later admitted he was to nervous to say yes-we gotta work on those risk taking skills. To a meltdown about division, and going to bed early, AND not getting much outside time, AND how the days until the year is over are SO LONG. I need to keep reminding myself these life changing events (such as the last year of elementary school) may seem far in my distant mind is so far the biggest stressor in his up to this time. Or we can just chalk it up to hormones *sigh*

uh-oh

Here is the running up date so far. I am cruising along, up to a little over 3 miles-minscule walking-if on the treadmill, and a little more when outside in the elements. That treadmill is deceiving! I am pretty proud and ready to move on to the 4-putting aside the back arthritis that flares up EVERY time I run. I then receive an email with the updated relay distances. We find out that the 3 four mile sections have become a 2.5, 3.8 and 6, yeah the 6 jumps out at you doesn't it? It did me anyway. So now 3 of us have to somehow decide who is going to take the leap and do the 6 mile. Man, I know which one I want. I suggested ultimate fighting style, with winner picking-I haven't had any takers yet.

Who knew?

Who knew the end of the school year was actually 100 times more draining then the beginning?Or else I am just forgetting how busy I was getting ready for my new job.
I really don't want to call one more parent because their kid isn't getting along with another kid and got hit with a basketball in the face and wants me to look at video tape to confirm it.
Or follow up on one more bus incident
Or think about what I should read this summer to further my knowledge

I can feel my empathy draining and my desire to please and solve evaporate as the end of the tunnel is in sight and visions of fishing, camping, the pool, and the desire to do nothing but cook really good meals-more than once a month, and spending quality time with the boys sets in. To finish as strongly as a I started and model to the teachers that the end of the year isn't about celebrating that we are almost done and good riddance, but that it is almost over and I can't wait to do all those new things I learned this year and implement them next year. Hitting the wall is easy but getting over it is the hard part. That my friends is my next step, getting over this wall.

By the way we can do orchestra AND study skills wahhooooooo

Also a summer highlight-Big Fry's first concert-just me and him for U2 and Lenny Kravitz in Dever Can.not.wait!!

May 6 what??

The last thing anyone wants to wake up to on May 6 is snow-but guess what, we did! At this point I have given up any hope of spring and think that we are back to fall.

rocking the viola it is

Right AFTER I posted below. Big fry comes home and says "guess what, I was playing the Star Spangled Banner and my teacher started to play with me. When we finished she said I sounded so good I should try out to play at the Rush game (local hockey team) next year! Isn't that cool mom I should start practicing even more" Yes buddy start practicing even more because Middle School Orchestra is a big step. Isn't funny how some of those ponderings we have just work themselves out.

orchestra or study skills

Have a meeting at the middle school in a couple of weeks and we are at a crossroads. Study skills class or orchestra for big fry. Orchestra gives him the group of friends and social connections he needs and something he is actually good at for not practicing (9th chair out of 25 kids) which my musician savy friends tell me is awesome. But the fine motor and less than stellar organizational skils have us worried that getting wayyyy behind on work is going to be an ongoing issue. Like pooh would say, "think, think, think, think"

offended or laughing

As I am running errands with my mother, big fry turns into his hormonal, icky self. As Karen has suggested, I put my foot down and did not give in (the only person more stubborn than my son is ME). This creates quite a scene in the car in which he tells me "I wish you had just stayed in Denver!" I honestly didn't know if I should be offended or laugh...

By the way there is nothing worse than having to did your heels in, in front of a grandparent uggggg