Happy Birthday to Me
Posted 15 May, 08on:
My boys are not perfect, but, some days, they come awfully close. Today is my birthday. Since we had a delayed opening for school, the boys made breakfast for me. Cinnamon rolls. No, not from scratch, but they were still awfully yummy. They made their own lunches and cleaned up the kitchen.
For some inane reason, I accepted a subbing assignment for today, 8th grade science. They were beyond horrible. Okay, not all of them, not even most of them. During the last month of school, some 8th graders totally lose their minds. Even though I went postal on almost every class, there were a couple of bright spots. One girl gave me hug after class. She said, “You look like you need one today.” Another girl said, “Thanks for being such a good sub. They really deserved being yelled at.” I hate yelling, but sometimes it is the only thing that works.
After school, the boys resumed treating my like royalty. They listened to my tales of woe for the day. They prepared snacks and cleaned up. They started their homework without being asked. We planned to go out for dinner, but homework got in the way. J had a paper to finish up and a cooking project for Health class. Tonight, going out to dinner seemed like more work than it was worth. I would rather wait until the weekend when we can all relax and really enjoy it.
The geeking out of my sewing room was a combined Mother’s Day and birthday gift. However, this morning, the boys and Hubski promised to help me with a couple of intensive cleaning/organizing projects weekend. Crossing some onerous items off my To Do List is the best gift of all.