It's all good though...after reading a few other blogger's posts about the superstition of the 13th, I pondered what happened in my day that could be related to unlucky-ness......NOPE, NOTHING. As a result of working some OT last night, I was able to get out of work at 2:00pm today. Although- after working through my lunch I felt ENTITLED to leave at ten minutes of 2:00pm. Ask my husband, I never seem to get out on time when my plan involves taking personal/comp time. I am usually on the losing end of about 10-15 minutes. But today, I was picking my 8th grader up from school on a rare occasion that he had no after school activity or practice. The normally late, speeding to get everywhere, crazy person that I am actually pulled up in front of the school with 5 minutes to spare. Should I mention that after the overtime that I worked, I was in the supermarket at 1:00am buying fruit and valentine cards for my daughter's party today? Anyway getting to the school early
allowed me to sit quietly and catch a glimpse of my TALL, getting wicked old and incredibly cute, maturing son in the sideview mirror as he strolled down the sidewalk to the car. He was in a good mood instead of in a mood, said hello and began to converse about his day and his plans for the evening. For a brief moment all was perfect. I told him later how excited I was to be the one to pick him up today.....he said "yeah mom, don't start crying over it". Ahhh. Teenagers. I can't live with him and I definitely can't live without him. That was my LUCKY DAY.*Happy Valentine's Day*...the more probable reason Greg was in a good mood. He gave his girlfriend a pink carnation today. She gave him two. <3
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Oy- the breakdown story. Nothing sucks more than car stuff. Especially being in the car when it's another person's car stuff. Have an awesome weekend!
Corin,... so much to say, ..the breakdown: sorry for your sister to have such difficulty, I know, that was me last summer. Re: Gary's grandpa, never easy to lose a loved one, especially to such a miserable thing as cancer. And now,..your 8th grader... I work in a highschool,... they are a special breed. He's a handsome boy, and I'm sure a wonderful boy, he's just exercising his teenager's sense of humor with his comments. I'll be the's pretty darn proud of you too!
It's wonderful to read deep into your little proud moments, the glimpses that catch you off guard, the stuff that makes you tear up, puff up, walk a little taller, have that smirky smile and allow you to revel in self-satisfaction. The stuff that makes you less crazy. You can only appreciate it as a parent. And now you know the little moments you and Allison gave us and continue to give us as your parents.
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