Holidays

I am not, for some reason that I can't fully explain, a big fan of holidays. I honestly don't know what the problem is, I suppose if I delved into my past, I might be able to figure out just what it is that makes me sad around Thanksgiving and Christmas time. Or maybe not.

I do have enough to be thankful for, I am blessed enough to be married to a wonderful and kind man, to have 3 beautiful daughters. They, in turn are fine young women, all making good in this world. The two are are mothers themselves are good moms, raising their children with love, discipline, and the knowledge that they will also take their places in society. I have a job I love, a church family that meets all of my spiritual needs, a comfortable home, enough food to eat, and friends that I can call on for social sustenance and just fun to be around.

So why do I feel like I am in a dark hole, with no end in sight?

Two and Three

Two of my fourth grade boys, C and J, are nuts. They are very good friends, and sometimes I have to separate them, just because they act so goofy with each other. They are pretty typical little boys, though somewhat on the immature side (really).

Yesterday, we were in line for dismissal, just waiting for the 4th and 5th graders to be released (we are rarely ready to go when our grade is called, but that's a topic for another blog). I noticed more than the usual amount of goofiness going on, and asked what was up. It turns out that C and J were "writing on each other".

"Oh my gosh", I said. "That is so pre-k. I can't believe you guys are doing this. Andrew and Baylee do things like that, but THEY ARE TWO AND THREE!"

As went down the hall, Jordan informed me that C and J were arguing now over which one was two, and which one was three.

Report Cards

So my daughter reminded me that I haven't been on here in a while, and of course, she's right. I shouldn't be on here now. If I had any energy at all, I'd be working on report cards. I should be saying things like, "so and so is off to a great start in fourth grade..." But right now I'm too tired. I'd say things I shouldn't say. So I'm watching a taped episode of "House", eating potato chips and drinking a rum and coke made with not-diet pop. It is caffeine-free, though, so I will put on weight, but I won't stay awake.

Her are my weekend plans: get some groceries, pay some bills, go to church, and work on report cards. Did I mention report cards?