|Thursday's view for most of the day.|
Goodbye growing grass that begs to be mowed.
Goodbye last week of September; the month sure has flown by.
Goodbye hunting for sweaters, fleece, and thermals from the back of the closet.
Goodbye mom's operation and getting her on the road to recovery - hoping for the high-speed lane.
_______________Hello first official meeting of the Sklyanders Club, chartered by my son and his friends.
Hello memorial luncheon for this man.
Hello cooking up a storm of meals for my parents so they eat well while Mom recovers from her surgery.
Hello visiting Camp Asbury where my son and his classmates will be spending 3 days and 2 nights in the spring - WHAT!?!?!?!?
Hello trying to cram it all in this weekend.
My lesson learned this week is humbling and embarrassing all at the same time. I forgot my son is only 10-years old. That happens sometimes. Does it happen to you? Do you go ballistic when you ask your child to do something that may be over their head but they can't do it or they fall short of your expectations? Well, I was a crazed mom yesterday. What I had asked my son to do was a bit too much to ask, he couldn't do it, and I ranted and raved for a good 15 minutes in the car at him. I'm sure my reaction had nothing to do with being in bumper-to-bumper traffic, having been at the hospital all day for my mom's surgery, and worrying about her recovery in the days ahead and how my dad will function without her. Nooooo, I'm sure my tirade had nothing to do with all that. Take a breather, Lilly. It's all going to be OK. And, another lesson: if you rant and rave to your child, they tune you out in a matter of 2 minutes. Anything you say after that is just hearing yourself talk and blowing hot air.
Have a wonderfully calm weekend, friends.