Today I sat for 4 1/2 hours taking 3 different standardized tests. It is not the way I would prefer to spend my Saturday morning. Add the fact that I was required to be in Adairsville by 7:45 am and I am really not happy, but it is all behind me now and I have one less thing that I have to worry about.
School is going well, although classes only started last week and I am already very busy. My prayer is that God will sustain me and help me to handle the stress of taking 6 classes, being the mom of a teenager (16, yikes) and a 4-year old, as well as a wife. I would be very worried, but God gave me the best husband in the world and I know he will pick up my slack and do a lot of my household duties for me. He is the greatest, and I could not possibly be successful in school, be a good mom to my boys, shuffle my 4-year old to school and therapy, and remain sane all at the same time without his support.
Now is probably not the best time to start a blog, but after reading the blog of someone I know I am inspired to keep a journal of the events of my life. I too often intend to write down all the cute things my 4-year old, G, says, only to get busy and forget. The things my son T (16 yr. old) gets into, may not be characterized as cute anymore, but they are equally worthy of recording.
G’s newest thing is “Guitar Hero”. He loves music of any kind and just before Christmas he discovered his bubba’s video game and was hooked after the first time T played it for us to watch. G asks T to play it for him so much that T has already gotten tired of the game, therefore, my dear hubby J and I have been forced to learn how to play. It actually is a lot of fun and I have gotten rather good if I say so myself, although, I am always G’s last choice of who he prefers to play for him. He says, “Momma, you mess up.” Oh, well, you can’t be great at everything.
T and his friends pastime has been making movies they write, perform, and direct for the past couple of years. Some of the things they come up with leaves a mom wondering if she will survive the teen years without worrying herself to death any time they are creating their newest project. Don’t get me wrong, he really is a great young man but he is just that, a young “man”. I, having never been a man, just do not get some of the crazy things these male minds think are funny. Add in the fact that I have been a rule following control freak my entire life and you probably get the picture. God has really brought me a long way but I still wonder about these men he gave me to live with. Sometimes I just can not relate.
I may not always understand the males living in my house, but I do always love them. I am a very blessed woman. I can’t imagine my life without the three of them to love me.