Blurry cell phone pictures.
Tradition #2 - The annual first day of school batch of (oh so yummy)
Orange Glazed Cinnamon Rolls. Because being a freshman
(the Chicken) & senior (the Squab) requires sugary love.
Teenagers are hard to wake up
Tradition #4 - I hound them to make their own lunches the night before & then put them together for them in the morning. There is much nagging & grumbling the night before.
Tradition #5 - I cry a little bit after they've left the house for school. Because I'm a sap. Because I'm fiercely attached to those not so little anymore punks. Because my babies is growing up!
Tradition #6 - As much as I complain about the lack of privacy/quiet/subatomic particles of sanity throughout the summer, I miss the crap out of them the minute they leave.
Rite #1 - Surviving the first day of high school. I can't really help with this one. (I am the youngest of two & my sister not only went to a different high school, but she also graduated the year before I entered high school.) I have been worrying about this much, but was told repeatedly by the Squab, "Maum, don't worry. I got this." How can I
not believe him when he puts it that way? Seriously though, his brother is lucky to have him, even if he does give him a hard time every now & then.
Rite #2 - Surviving having two teenage boys in high school. This one is more for the Stork & myself. I don't know that he'll struggle as much as I will, because he did not actually give birth to them, but it will be hard on both of us.
******Sorry, weepy break. I made myself start to tear up writing this because as previously established, I'm an extremely attached (to them boys) sap.******
Rite #3 - I haven't quite figured out what comes next yet. I'm sure with this year of milestones & major life transitions there will be many.
I'm also sure I'll survive. I'll most likely be in tears a lot, but I'm pretty
sure there'll be a lot more laughter than tears.
I'm afraid that my high schoolers getting closer to moving out is forcing this unwanted change. Think there's an anti-grow up potion I can give them/myself?
Anyway, I promise to spend the rest of this school year trying to not grow up any more than I ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO, not crying every single day my boys go off to school (because they keep growing up themselves) & that I will strive to remain all the random that is me.
Oh & to totally remind you as often as possible that I think you're AWESOME!
Okay gang, I just realized that it's almost noon & I still have no idea what I'm going to make for dinner. Guess I need to grab something out of the freezer & wing it.
Until later m'luvs, aloha hugs,