JustLisa

Last week I was too busy at work to really pay attention to the hurricane. Aside from worrying about one of my best friends in Mississippi, I didn't give it much thought as I churned through my normal routine. Today I've had time to catch up and it's breaking my heart. I want to hook the Suburban up to the bass boat and go help. But help with what?

Everyone warned me that parenting a junior high kid was not fun. Oh boy. Some days that's an understatement. He is in football which is so cool. I've not seen him so excited about anything as he is football. We practice in the backyard at night (even though I throw like a girl) and that time together is awesome.

The attitude that is trying to creep in is not so awesome. I never knew I was so stupid until he started to tell me. Guess how well this goes over???

This morning he called from school and wanted me to bring money to buy a football shirt. I get out there with my checkbook and he's acting cool in front of his friends. No problem - I understand and can live with that. When I told him to turn around and get his retainer off his breakfast tray and into his mouth, he snapped at me and said, in front of his friends, "You are being stupid. You are not listening!", I decided to be the mean and stupid mom that I supposedly am. I can tolerate a whole lot of crap but to walk away from a orthodontic appliance that cost his dad and I a whole lot of money that neither of us have and then call me stupid because I'm telling him to get it, oh buddy. He's not getting a football shirt now and had to tell the coach why.

I feel like I've already put in a full days work.

Since I quit smoking going on THREE YEARS AGO and became an exercise addict, this house has slowly became an athletic one rather than a couch potato one.

C. started junior high football this year so in addition to the weight lifting, running, walking, etc., we also play catch in the evenings. Todd and Christopher can both throw spirals like a bullet. Let me tell ya, I need to stick to alternating cardio/lifting schedule because no matter how hard I try, I throw a football like a 2nd grade girl.

Today I bought a nerf-like football and I can hurl it further but I still can't throw right. Believe it or not, you can learn how to throw from articles on the internet. I think I'll get it figured out eventually. At least I try, right?