Potpourri

My son woke up and came down from his loft this morning, with a knife resting inside his pajama pants on each hip.  Before you freak out and call the children’s services, they were butter knives.  Yes, I do realize that’s still dangerous; but he is sneaky.  Had I known my kid was holstering a couple of 50 year old butter knives in his PJs, you can be sure I would have removed them from his possession.  I can’t know everything.  Still, when he told me why he had the knives, I couldn’t help but chuckle.  “To keep the cat from sniffing everything in my room.”  He said, when I inquired as to this new found desire to sleep with cutlery.  It’s no wonder the cat will only go in his room when in my company.

This is how my life has been as of late.  Basically the reason I haven’t posted since August.  I have great intentions, but when I sit down to my keyboard, all I can think of is the things that are swirling in my brain.  I can’t think of anything “productive” or “helpful” to write about.  So I just didn’t write.  But I believe that is causing a block.  So, I’ll purge on this potpourri page, and you can choose not to read it.  Or do.  Your choice.  If I don’t get it out, I may as well shut this blog down, so here goes…

First with the cutlery.  Which seemed to last the entire week.  He brought out the butter knives again one morning, and demanded the cat leave his breakfast alone.  Simply eating it would not make sense, right?  Then, he had it to use with the play-doh, but carried it into the living room, which was not okay with his dad, and he got a good talking to, which was about the time his fascination with butter knives ended.

About the same time, the weather turned, and he spent two days avoiding wearing a jacket.  Like flat out refused, and when I stuffed it in his book bag, he took it out and left it in the back seat of the truck.  I was shocked that he could just outright defy me like that, but I realize that he is trying to have his own power.  So, there were a couple of days that his power came in the form of not wearing a coat.

Line is doing great in school, but like her mother, enjoys chatting during class.  While this really doesn’t hurt her academically, she is learning boundaries within the classroom and how to navigate social situations – with a steep curve.  It’s not always easy to watch, and I struggle with knowing when to step in and when to let her face whatever comes on her own.  This is probably the hardest part of being a mom.

Then there’s a very painful situation, which is personal and difficult to publish.  I would love to be able to figure out even how to properly articulate it.

Of course, lest we not forget my babies aren’t babies anymore.  Is there just a day hat that they stop being babies?  Like one minute they are and the next minute they are not?

Oh golly.  I’m wondering if I got all this potpourri out, or if I need to add something else???

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