I'm still not sick of the snow, even though it's in the air again today--fizzing around like soda bubbles before landing. Mr. B and Mr. T have taken to shoveling after school--they don't even expect to get paid. It pleases me that they're outside getting some fresh air and exercise before coming inside to do homework and have a snack.
I retrieved Mr. T from wrestling last night, he was grinning ear to ear again, face red and hair sticking up from sweating. In the car I asked him how it went, what did he learn, did he have fun. "Mom," he sighed, leaning back against the seat, "I just love wrestling. It makes me happy."
I've gone to the parochial school in town to inquire about enrolling Mr. T--I believe the smaller class sizes, more hands-on curriculum and fewer teachers will make a huge difference for him. The school goes up through 8th grade, so he'd be there until high school. Anyway, I did this without saying anything to anyone in town (aside from Mr. D), but true to small town nature, I was immediately recognized by several students there who reported back to their parents and word of our interest has spread. Last night when I picked up Mr. T a dad came up to me and said, "So I hear you're close to making a decision." I stared at him a full few seconds before registering what he meant. "Oh! Right! Yeah. We're 90% decided on what to do," I told him, marveling at the speed of our local grapevine. Will the public school find it telling that their PTA president is going to send her firstborn to the parochial school?
Mr. G has shown up regularly for snuggles since earlier this week which is nice because he feels warm against my side and I like smelling the top of his head. His addiction to Star Wars Lego on the Wii has ebbed somewhat and we're able to do other things once again. How do you all handle it when a kid is rabid about a new toy/game/activity? Do you let them play it endlessly until they tire of it or do you temper their obsession by requiring them to do other things? It's only been a week (we got the game when Mr. B traded with a buddy--he swapped Batman Lego for Star Wars Lego for a couple weeks) and I've let him play it every day, but not every evening.
Mr. B takes school so seriously. A paperback in his bag tore and he was very concerned about fixing it before bringing it back. He studies his spelling words independently and reads to himself now. I don't have to coerce him much at all, instead I get to enjoy hearing him read to me, only lending a word now and then.
Mr. D left for Arizona early this morning to golf for five days with friends. I hope he comes back more relaxed and with his head on straight. It couldn't have come at a better time.
I feel quite content, wanting for very little these days, just sitting back and savoring all the flavor of life. It's unusual for me not to feel restless by this point of winter, but I'm not climbing the walls and wailing with despair. I'm curled up with my Pepto-Bismo pink Snuggie and Mr. G reading a book, drinking my coffee, listening to the steady churn of the dishwasher, counting my blessings.