Things here are wierd. I'm kind of bluesy today, it's been sneaking up on me for a few days now. Part of it is Avery eing two years old, and me feeling like she's growing up too fast. That's the thing with kids, they grow too fast. I'm losing my patience with Nathan, and my empathy for his emotional state is diminishing with each thing he does in the name of being an irresponsible, inconsiderate, theiving asshole. Maggie is an on again/off again wreck as a result. There are days where everything is fine, albeit with minor setbacks, and then there are days where I have to sit with her for two hours (like last night, thank you VERY much you fucking dickhead) while she cries and cries uncontrollably - and it's nothing I can kiss-and-make-better. Cole has three weeks left of school before he's out for the summer, and I'm continually amazed by how smart he is. Two things that happened with school recently and his reactions to them have knocked me on my ass. Now remember as I tell you this, Cole is only seven years old.
For the end of year first grade class field trip, his school has planned a trip to Zoo Atlanta. Most kids would be all excited about this, but not my Cole-Man. What was his response? In a word - disgust. "Zoos suck! It's just a bunch of animals in cages that are too small so they can't run anywhere, and they really shouldn't even be there at all in the first place. This is Georgia, not Africa, DUH! Screw that, I'm not going..." I was so proud! Then the other thing. Cole is in the gifted program. He read all of his required reading books for the entire school year in the first two months of school this year, so he takes three tests a week (minimum) on extra books on the reading list. If you take X amount of tests, you get to participate in the "Balloon Walk", where you get to walk the halls carrying a bunch of balloons to show everyone that you completed the reading list. Cole's take on the Balloon Walk? "Big deal, you get to walk with some balloons down the hall. I'm going to finish all my the books and all of the tests, but I'm not walking with those balloons like a dork or something." We're so proud, you just don't know. His final soccer game is tomorrow evening at CYSA, so if you have the time available, please come and cheer him on. I think the game is at 6, but I could be wrong. I'll find out for sure and edit this post later.
I made a discovery about my friends list this past weekend while making my new layout. chola23712 has unfriended me, and I have no idea why. I love her very much and until now I had never questioned your love for me before. It is possible that she has decided to remove me for no other reason than she doesn't read my journal posts, which is totally fair. There are people on MY friends list that I care about, but I tend to skip over their journals and not read them. Doesn't mean I care less about them, just that I don't read their journals. I'm hoping that is what this is, because I'd hate to think that someone decided they were not going to continue a friendship with me without first giving me the courtesy of explaining why. If for no other reason than because that's what I would do. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to lose sleep over this. In the grand scheme of things, I don't have her side or reasons why and there are other matters pressing on me, just putting it out there that I'm now questioning and would appreciate an explaination - that's all.
Today we're building the desk for the girls' room, and then I'll get pictures. It was a total Trading Spaces type renovation redoing that room, and we had a lot of fun doing it. Haley will see it for the first time today when she comes here after school. I'm very excited to see her reaction.
Alright. Monday is normally laundry day here, but all of the laundry I caught up this weekend. The kitchen is clean, and I have few more here and there cleaning projects to take care of, then I'm making pasta sauce for dinner tomorrow since tonight we're eating out and tomorrow I'm going to be at the soccer field for Cole's last game. Besides, it'll be better sauce on the second day and I'll only have to boil the pasta and throw some garlic bread in the oven when we get home.
Hope my mood improves over the course of the day, because now is not the time for me to be in a funk.