Rough night on the home front. Parents don’t get the luxury of being exhausted when raising teenagers. Parenting is a Participative Sport to say the least. A tedious day a work, a barking dog, and very short fuses join together for a tough mix. I think we just need to slow down a little and re-group. I have a friend always tell me that raising teenagers is hard because you remember what it was like when you were a teenager… probably some truth to that.
Here is some therapy. It needs ironing big-time but I didn’t have time to do this post before work AND iron, so I decide to type instead. It’s the table runner for my mother-in-law. The next step is to appliqué pumpkins and leaves on each end. No – I don’t like it either. Maybe it’ll be better once it’s ironed and appliquéd and quilted. But I never like things as I work on them. It’s an exercise in patience and fortitude. Fortitude to give it a chance and complete the project. Patience in that I only get to work on it a little at a time so it bugs me for a while and I have to deal with it. My ‘Ma-in-Law’s’ kitchen is navy and she has a pine kitchen table. I’m not giving up on the runner yet.
Eric will be home in 8 days – not that I’m counting. Today is his last day with the French family. We’ve done email and on-line chats with him this weekend. The ‘Mommy’ thing kicks in and you want to tell him to check under beds for his junk, or to look in the shower for stuff. But at the same time, I realize I half to let him grow up. Letting go is tough.
Eight kids in Sunday school this week. It was Father’s day, we made Peanut Bags that said “I’m Nuts about my Dad!!” They were shelling and eating as many as they placed in bags. It’s was funny. Definitely a good part of the weekend.
I don’t need to be late for work.
Until tomorrow – live up today
1. Sharpie markers – my favorite
2. Ransom – never too tired to wag with tail
3. Bird feeders – Invite birds to make music, no electricity required.