What was I thinking????

Remember when I posted that I was back? God is NOT letting me forget it! Every time I turn around, He is convicting me that I am This Girl and not THAT Girl anymore. I would like to say it is easy. But it’s not. Doable now and then would be nice.

The Boy had his 4 wisdom teeth extracted. He was under general anesthesia. One tooth was impacted. He was only under for about 20 minutes. When he came out and they took us back to see him…I’m sorry, I could not help but laugh out loud at him. He was SOOO loopy and was saying the most hilarious things. Over and over and over. The Man, who distinctly recalled feeling so out of sorts and upset when HE came out from under the general anesthesia, did NOT like me laughing. I, too, distinctly remember coming out from under it except that I was horribly, horribly sick to my stomach. So I think it is a blessing that we could laugh at him because he so obviously felt good! He even had me take his picture (repeatedly) with my cell phone camera. He would look at each picture and laugh and laugh and laugh. Darn, I wish I had thought to bring the video camera! As his head became clearer, he realized the folly of having his mother take his picture right after surgery and how she might be inclined to use them as leverage at a later date by threatening to send said pictures to his year book staff! Not that she ever would, of course. Nope. Not a chance. Maybe.

I’d like to ask y’all to toss up an arrow prayer for my BFF Jen. She is 36 (geriatric, by the way, according to her OB/GYN) and is pregnant. She has had some bleeding and cramping and it was tense until her sono yesterday. But everything looked fine. As a precaution, she is on bed rest for a week and goes back on Sept 5 for another sono. She has a very active 7 year old. Our group of gals will be helping her out a lot between now and the baby’s due date the end of March.

We’re one week out from the start of school. Can I get a hallelujah?! I’m ready for the routine, the structure, the glorious SILENCE in the house each morning. My heartbeat slows just thinking about it. Having said that, the first quarter of the school year is always tough…juggling school, work, sports, life…oy. I will be spending a lot of time in the Word, on my knees and exercising!

Hugs and blessings to all of you. Check out some of the lovely women I have links to on my side board. Their words are truly inspirational.

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And he was like…and she was like…and then I did this dance…

Living with a teenage daughter is SO VERY different from living with a teenage son, although they both crack me up on a continuous basis.

My Girl is so different from what I was like one month shy of my 16th birthday. She is totally irresponsible when it comes to school and studying (it’s all about the social, ya know). Although she is very capable of being a great student, it just requires more studying and effort than she thinks school is worthy of. Her “time is too important to waste” on school. Oy. As you can imagine, this causes great consternation for her mother (to whom school came easy) and much sympathy from her father (from whom she gets her “requires more studying and effort” gene). Add in an older brother (by 11 months and 1 day, thank you very much) who is more like his mother…well, let’s just say that the topic of school is a hot button topic, on many levels, in our household.

My Girl is, however, an exceptional athlete (which for some reason she has decided will see her through the near future…and school won’t). She’s focused on volleyball now although it appears she may not even reach my height of almost 5’9″. Baby brother is almost as tall as she is at age 11, another source of irritation on My Girl’s part…none of the “good height” genes.

My Girl came flying up the stairs after vb practice last night and was speaking so quickly and about so many different things that I quickly lost focus and started humming a little tune to stop myself from going INSANE. (Oh yes…she did pick up a small attention issue from her mother.) I picked up the following from the 5 minute long, quick-fire, one-sided conversation:

“And she was like…I can’t believe it!”

“And he was like…doing cartwheels in the hall!”

“Why is it that I can’t even get A NERD to like me?”

“And then right there I did the dance that Cameron Diaz does with her butt in all of her movies…”

THAT jerked my attention right back because sweet little My Girl started doing the booty dance right there in the home office, belting out a melody that sounded remarkably like something from a strip tease movie. My jaw dropped open…

“And then Erik was like…”

“And Amy was like Julie told Ryan that this girl, Amanda, said that she heard Kelly say…”

Right back to zone out land.

Today, we’re in “Arctic Mode”…all I receive is

an icy stare

a cold shoulder

frost-laden one-word answers

I was coldly informed that, “today was the WORST. DAY. EVER!!!!!” “What does that mean?” I ask. “Never. Mind.”

How do we so quickly go from booty dancin’ to Ice Princess? I’m absolutely positive (and my sister will attest to this) that I was NEVER like that. (Thankfully, my sister hasn’t started contributing to my blog so hopefully y’all will never find out that I’m tellin’ a whopper on that one.) BF from high school swears that My Girl is, well, My Clone. That bodes nothin’ but trouble for HRH and myself!

Oy.