Saturday, December 15, 2012

It's been a while...but I got something to say

I've been thinking a lot lately and yes, you probably have smelled something burning. Greyson started middle school this year and I am back in school at UNCC as well finishing out my undergraduate degree.  That makes for some interesting fun at our house.  Poor Michele is working hard to keep us fed, and to keep a roof over our heads while Greyson and I plug along feeding our brains.  I am fine and things are going well for me academically.
Greyson is fine too, or at least I know in my gut he will be.  School is not good for him.  He has always hated school but this year has been just as challenging for him as we thought it would be.  We met with the school and are trying to trust the fact that many kids his age struggle in 6th grade but he seems to be regressing some.  That worries us.  We have been talking about the possibilities of homeschooling him if need be, as well as trying to stay in touch with the powers that be at school regarding his challenges.  All this has lead me to thinking about being a mother.  Not just a mother, a mom.  It has me questioning if I have been doing enough for him.  Funny how as mothers we want to do the best for our child and we are always judging our ourselves and comparing ourselves to others.  I have surrounded myself with friends/moms that I feel are unbelievable people and parents.  I learn from them, trade stories with them, bounce ideas off of them and vent to them about life.  At times I think I want to be more like some of them and I question myself and the job I am doing.  I had been feeling I had failed Greyson and then it hit me.  Every great mom feels this.  We all look up to one another and compare ourselves to the next trying to improve and be the best we can be.  We all have knowledge in different areas and we all have tidbits to help one another.  It does take a village.  It's time, as moms, that we gave ourselves a break and realize we are doing what is best for our children. As long as there is an overabundance of love being shown then everything is gonna be alright.   My son may be struggling grade wise at school, but that does NOT represent who he is in our eyes.  He is an extremely smart guy who is a little quirky at times, but he is remarkably intelligent and sensitive in ways that go way beyond what is measured by our school systems.  I love his new school but sensory wise and size wise it has been overwhelming and frustrating for him.  Maybe it will work itself out...maybe not.  Either way I refuse to continue to think we are failing him.  We are not.  Our house is full of unconditional love and support.  Some may say he's spoiled and gets away with too much.  So be it... To us he is amazing and there is nothing he can't do. (This does not mean that we don't have moments where we want to scream, we do.)  In tackling life we just need to go about it a little differently than most.  We are awesome moms and a perfect match for one truly awesome guy! To all my mom friends that inspire and teach me...I love you all.  You know damn well who you are!  :)

Happy holidays...personally I think this time of year is a croc of shit but I do enjoy the time we have with family & friends.  (For those of you who do not know me well...let me briefly explain. It's only a croc of shit because we should be this giving and thankful each and everyday.  Too much greed and spending on unnecessary stuff...but I digress.)  

Monday, March 12, 2012

Almost a teenager, moody for sure!

Gman is turning teenage boy before his time.  Well at least that's how I feel.  Where did sweet little innocent Greyson go?  Who dropped off Mr Attitude? The boy who screams, "I hate you!" and then, minutes later, is sweetly whimpering "I love you so much I don't ever want to leave here." Good Lord. Bodies changing, hormones raging, attitudes plentiful, and a range of emotional outbursts to boot.  So there...and now he has taken to telling me, "I am almost a teenager you know."  That's what teenage boys do.  I don't wanna be the crazy screaming mom...although it is tempting at times I realize that would create even more of a monster.  I heard one of the mother's on our street screaming like a banshee at her kid. I thought to myself, If I lived with her I might be tempted to kill her in her sleep. (I know! I know! You are thinkin' that's just freakin' horrible, but...she was being hateful.)  It's moms like her that make me look like Supah-Mom! I love that...Guess I will learn to take deep breaths or some other form of self medicating...oh, did I say that?  I meant meditating.  YOGA here I come!  
If you haven't found Jesus...he is hiding behind the curtain! bahahahahaaa

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Home sick with Mr. Pitiful

Life has been somewhat interesting lately.  I am in school, making life slightly more hectic than usual and Greyson seems to be one of two things lately.  Very needy...or pissed at the world and hormonal.  He has been suffering from "I don't want to go to school" syndrome and he came home yesterday saying he didn't feel good.  He did have an upset stomach so I put him in the bed where he stayed until he ate dinner.  Then he headed right back...not normal for him. His stomach acted ugly a few more times so this am we decided to keep him home which means...no going to class for mommy.  UGH...  (Disclaimer-I am old and cannot afford to miss too many lectures of art history for those brain infusions are crucial to my success) Just sayin'...  None the less, we are here and he does seem to be feeling better.  He did however have a crying pitiful moment of I don't want to go to school I just want to spend time with you and momom all of the time.  Later tonight he will reprimand me I am sure for some idiotic moment of embarrassment.  I obviously have them a lot.  I guess turning 11 is when the fun starts.  I always thought it was a teen thing.  I guess pre-teen emotional breakdowns are just the precursor to warm you up as a parent for the fun that follows.  Great...somebody needs to write that darn manual I tell you.  The emotional swings right now are so much fun, the crying, the freaking out, the screaming, the "stop embarrassing me!" Who freakin' knew that breathing or just looking a certain way could be so damn embarrassing?  He may just be getting warmed up but guess what.  I am definitely just getting warmed up on that embarrassing thing.  Jen, I hope you are reading this.  I think we should dye our hair some bright ass color and start showing these 'mini me's'  just how darn embarrassing we can be.  heheheheeee Seriously though, I don't want to push my boy over the edge.  Just maybe to the edge so he can see the other side more clearly.  I do feel sorry for the boy.  He can't help the changes his body is going through.  He is under attack so I guess it's only fair to attack whoever is closest.  I do love him to the whole wide world.  Regardless of his duel personality lately.  (((hugs to my Gman)))  For now, these two moms will buckle up for safety.

Prop 8 declared Unconstitutional! ...Hooray! It's about time!!!!

Keith Olbermann on Proposition 8 Issue