Tradition #1 - (This pertains mainly to what I post on this blog.)
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.
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.
I've been doing this every year since the Squab's first day of kindergarten.
Tradition #3 - (This one's an ongoing thing)
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.
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.
It is a cardinal sin to pack teenage lunches in anything other than brown paper bags. (But the Stork is okay with an insulated, ice pack cooled lunch bag.)
And now I'll address those rites of passage. As best I can, because sadly a lot of them I will not be able to witness/help facilitate because they're not so much my babies anymore.
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.
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.
Omg! Where has the time gone? They used to be so small.
Guys, I think I might be growing up. I seriously hope not, because who wants that? I mean, grown ups don't believe in faeries or unicorns or naming their pet flaming heads on pikes! (For the record, his name is Guido & I adore him.)
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,
-Clare
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,
-Clare
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