It's Hard to be Blue

I took the two days I was supposed to work this week off. I wanted to be here for the boys. I'm so glad I did. I had forgotten what it takes to survive with a three-year-old in the house. Boy am I tired.

Don't get me wrong, he's awesome! He makes me laugh. He helps in the kitchen. He's always busy, busy, busy. He has a stubborn streak a mile wide, but thankfully, that really isn't my problem.

See, I did learn a thing or two from the Wee Girls when they tormented me. It's true, some battles are best left for others to fight.

The fourteen-year-old knows more than anyone...ever. has. at. any. time. in. history.

So, if you have any questions, just send them my way. He's sure to have an answer within a nano second. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that he already knows what you are going to ask! Ha!

My Boy is home and when Game Master mentioned that he'll be able to get his drivers permit in a couple of months, Boy's mouth fell open. He later admitted to me that fifteen seemed a whole lot older when he was fifteen. Funny that. Boy also asked if he was a know it all at the ripe old age of fourteen and I assured him that he was. "It's a stage," I said.

I didn't bother to explain to him that the next stage involves not only knowing everything, but also having a healthy share of arrogance and bravado.


Ya just gotta love young men.

Having all this testosterone in the house is a nice change from only have Girl around. It's louder and messier, that's for sure. But it's also filled with plenty of laughing and teasing.

Good times.

I'd rather have that than silence...which is what has been happening online for the last couple of days. It means that Soldier Mommy is on a mission.

Radio silence

Thinking about her, out there in the sand, doing whatever it is she does, makes my stomach feel all wobbly. I want her home. Now.

With only a couple days until Christmas, I've started baking. I've never baked this late in December, but here we are. There's plenty to do and yes, still shopping to finish, but all in all, it's a grand thing.

I think about the type of baking my Omi did, you know, back in the day. I miss her. Every once in a while I wonder if my mother thinks about me. Or my father. I wonder if Golden Child found a job or if Baby's still drinking.

Not that I plan to ever spend another holiday dinner with any of them, but I wonder.

And even as I sit here, feeling a little blue about it all, there is a little boy with a huge smile staring at me. He's just waking up and every time I look at him he closes his eyes - pretending to sleep.

It's hard to be blue around Mister Smiley.