A student asked me today what my problem was. The first response that comes into my head is not the most professional one because it automatically is, "YOU!" You is simple. You does not require a great deal of thought to pronounce. You shifts the focus off of me, and back onto the person who asked the question! You ends the conversation, unless the YOU is me.
When I don't have a migraine, my brain tends to take in information quickly and wishes to process it as quickly. It's almost like my brain knows that a headache will be back at any time, so my brain has decided to force contemplation (even if it's for the simple question of "What's your problem?"). My brain knows at the next headache it will not be able to contemplate my existence, but it's going to force such contemplation when it does not hurt. Before changing my major to education, I was a philosophy major (the heavy let's contemplate man's existence in the world type philosophy major). I think my brain is still a little pissed that I got pregnant and changed my major in order to feed a child. In it's younger days, my brain was very altruistic, but as we have aged it's beginning to understand the more practical side of life (even if it doesn't like to be forced there on occasion). Screaming baby needs to eat, and intelligent mother needs to pick a career with health insurance and stable money so said screaming baby can eat! That folks is how a teacher with a brain like mine is made- NECESSITY! Sorry for not having a better reason on why I was "called" to education, but it does give my brain an adequate source for contemplation.
SO, what is my problem today? That's a loaded question for my brain and as I was driving home my brain contemplated what my problem was. The rest of me just wanted to listen to the radio and get home to eat the chicken and potatoes I put in the crock pot this morning! Pratical was not winning out today. Since I really want my brain to hold off on serious contemplation tonight because there's some trashy television I want to watch, I'm appeasing it by writing what my current problems are, so here goes the list:
1. Atlanta traffic- Do we all really need to be at work at the same time?
2. Driving in the rain in Atlanta traffic- Did everyone forget how to drive because there is wet stuff coming from the sky?
3. Checking and signing in- Couldn't the school work if I was a little late or absent? Don't we have a program that tells you I'm out and don't I always call when I'm stuck in Atlanta traffic? The answer to all those questions is yes, but the process is still the same and today my brain isn't really feeling the process!
4. Kids and food- Why don't kids pack their own lunches? Didn't you know that you were coming to school and that your lunch time is three hours away? Aren't you capable of getting a pop tart? I'm eating my donut that I manged to get on my way to work, so stop begging for me to give you a piece, or part of my lunch! I'm not the grocery store or a chef!
5. Why the hell can't kids today have paper, pen or a pencil?- Really, if you can bring every electronic device that you own to school, you'd think a student could manage some paper and a writing utensil!
6. Common sense is not common- Why do they call it common sense when it isn't very common? Why do I have to deal with large quantities of people who lack common sense when I have a lot to do?
7. Planning- Not sure why I plan to do anything during a day because something always gets in the way of completing my to do list. Okay, I usually get in the way of completing my to do list because I can't.... problem number eight
8. Say No, it'll have to wait, I'm busy right now- Could this inability to utter these words be a direct result of being a mom of five kids? If it is, I want a refund. Other people who have mastered these words seem to be getting a lot more done then I do in a day! Maybe they don't have kids or interactions with the public?
9. My daily Coca-Cola intake- With all my medical issues you really think the most pressing issue is that I drink three to four cokes a day? What about those cups of coffee you drink (there's more caffeine in them then there is in my coke)? My kidney's haven't shut down yet and I'm much more concerned about the bladder five kids kicked around and it's inability to not see a rest room every two hours. If I'm going to die from drinking three to four cokes a day, it's going to be a lot better than the stroke, brain aneurysm or heart attack that are statistically more realistic to kill me!
10. I need/want to run, but something always gets in the way- Thanks to the rain, the fatigue, and swelling in my joints have sapped my energy for a run tonight. The torrential down poor this morning wasn't particularly motivating either! I'm guessing that Josie and Elijah threw up most of the night didn't help my running cause much. Also, my attempt at training for a marathon says I don't have to start until tomorrow and my practical side says "If you paid for an app to train with then you need to follow the plan!"
So, these were what my problem was today. Mild irritations considering the real daily problems I deal with. My contemplating brain wants you to know that there were more serious things I dealt with today and it's not thrilled with my attempt at appeasement. Major problems today were assisting a 14 year old dealing with being a new father, bolstering the self-esteem of a student with CP in her first chorus concert, and trying to convince a student not to have a brawl. These were serious problems! I acknowledge them contemplating brain! Happy? I'd really like to go back to the television, where my hardest problem is going to be what trashy show I want to watch tonight!
Monday, October 15, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Surprise
I turned 38 on Monday to no fan fare. Stephen did leave me a note on my desk stating that 38 was the new 70, and that folks was the highlight of my day. It was a little awkward trying to explain to my co workers, and especially my students, that there were no plans, or presents that day, not even a cup cake! My husband did order pizza for dinner that night, and my mom called to say happy birthday and then talk about work. Not much of a celebration of my life after 38 years. This was the thanks I got for dutifully planning and executing every birthday in my house? I figured that my family could at least put something together to show their love and appreciation that I was born. Epic fail! Since it was my family, I should have know better!
The next couple days were awkward as people asked me what type of birthday I had. My response, "Lots of people told me happy birthday on Facebook, I didn't have to cook supper and the kids cleaned the house so, pretty good." Most of the people who asked couldn't hide their confusion and I couldn't help unconfuse them. The rest of the week went pretty well, work, volleyball, home and sleep. Since my birthday had passed I wasn't expecting anything else. When we got a $1500 utility bill I figured that it was a sign from God that this year was not a birthday to be celebrated.
Saturday, I was up early to coach my team at the Area Playoffs. Josie had an audition for an All State Chorus and I knew that most of the day was shot with all that going on. Of course, the volleyball that hit the back of my head wasn't doing much for my migraine either. After losing our second game, and spending two hours in a cafeteria listening to sopranos warm up scales, the best I was hoping for Saturday was some Imetrix and a nap (hell I would of been happy to take my Imetrix and go to sleep for the rest of the night). I guess Stephen's assessment that 38 was the new 70 wasn't too far from the truth, and like any other 70 year old I didn't care. Age grants you the privilege of taking naps at random times of the day so, 70 doesn't seem that bad. I got home around 3:30 and went straight to bed. Stephen came in at some point to ask me if I wanted pizza or chicken for supper. Since I was a little groggy with my migraine hangover, I wasn't sure I was really hearing my mother's voice, but when Brian came in to the bedroom and told me that there was a surprise, well I was surprised.
My husband, kids and mother coordinated a wonderful surprise birthday party (and I've wanted one of those since I was a little kid)! There was pizza, cake and presents. The kids were excited. My husband was excited and I was super EXCITED! My head even cooperated and the migraine that was killing me at Josie's audition disappeared for the rest of the evening. Brian took the little boys shopping, and much to his surprise they are both fashion fiends! After 38 years, I finally have an orange wool coat! Colin got me a green sweater that actually looks very good on me! I have a lovely new dress from my husband and the rest of the kids, and my mom got me a fancy, dancy pair of running headphones. SURPRISE!!
The next couple days were awkward as people asked me what type of birthday I had. My response, "Lots of people told me happy birthday on Facebook, I didn't have to cook supper and the kids cleaned the house so, pretty good." Most of the people who asked couldn't hide their confusion and I couldn't help unconfuse them. The rest of the week went pretty well, work, volleyball, home and sleep. Since my birthday had passed I wasn't expecting anything else. When we got a $1500 utility bill I figured that it was a sign from God that this year was not a birthday to be celebrated.
Saturday, I was up early to coach my team at the Area Playoffs. Josie had an audition for an All State Chorus and I knew that most of the day was shot with all that going on. Of course, the volleyball that hit the back of my head wasn't doing much for my migraine either. After losing our second game, and spending two hours in a cafeteria listening to sopranos warm up scales, the best I was hoping for Saturday was some Imetrix and a nap (hell I would of been happy to take my Imetrix and go to sleep for the rest of the night). I guess Stephen's assessment that 38 was the new 70 wasn't too far from the truth, and like any other 70 year old I didn't care. Age grants you the privilege of taking naps at random times of the day so, 70 doesn't seem that bad. I got home around 3:30 and went straight to bed. Stephen came in at some point to ask me if I wanted pizza or chicken for supper. Since I was a little groggy with my migraine hangover, I wasn't sure I was really hearing my mother's voice, but when Brian came in to the bedroom and told me that there was a surprise, well I was surprised.
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| Surprise! |
My husband, kids and mother coordinated a wonderful surprise birthday party (and I've wanted one of those since I was a little kid)! There was pizza, cake and presents. The kids were excited. My husband was excited and I was super EXCITED! My head even cooperated and the migraine that was killing me at Josie's audition disappeared for the rest of the evening. Brian took the little boys shopping, and much to his surprise they are both fashion fiends! After 38 years, I finally have an orange wool coat! Colin got me a green sweater that actually looks very good on me! I have a lovely new dress from my husband and the rest of the kids, and my mom got me a fancy, dancy pair of running headphones. SURPRISE!!
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| Showing off my new orange coat! |
Friday, October 12, 2012
Coaching With Headache
Someone asked me today if coaching wasn't a big headache I could do without. Probably. My husband would tell you yes, my kids would tell you maybe and I would tell you I coach with a big headache, many, many, many times with a really BIG, BIG, BIG, HEADACHE! I've coached inside with a headache and outside with a headache. I have travelled to and from games/meets with a headache. I have arrived and left with a headache! If I've coached it, I've coached it with a headache! I've had headaches so bad that opposing teams ask if I'm okay! I've had headaches so bad that the trainer thought I had a stroke! Headache, coaching, and I go way back.
Headache has been my assistant coach for the last sixteen years! Like any partnership we are use to each other. Headache steps in if I run too hard, if I yell too much or if the games moving too slow! I know if its raining, if its hot, or if the gym lights flicker because Headache will be right by side telling me to sit my ass down and watch the game (usually quietly because my yelling gives Headache a headache)!
So, the official answer to "isn't coaching a headache you can live without?" is yes, but he's been my assistant coach for this long it would be sad to see such a coaching team retire!
Headache has been my assistant coach for the last sixteen years! Like any partnership we are use to each other. Headache steps in if I run too hard, if I yell too much or if the games moving too slow! I know if its raining, if its hot, or if the gym lights flicker because Headache will be right by side telling me to sit my ass down and watch the game (usually quietly because my yelling gives Headache a headache)!
So, the official answer to "isn't coaching a headache you can live without?" is yes, but he's been my assistant coach for this long it would be sad to see such a coaching team retire!
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
When I Grow Up!
When I grow up I want to be my son Colin! Really, I do! At the tender age of 8 he's figured the world out and seems pretty happy in it 99% of the time! The world also seems happy with him 99% of the time! This must be a pretty cool way to travel through life. His mother, which would be me, does not enjoy the same percentages of world happiness as her son does! I'm more a 50/50 girl, and on most days I run 70/30 towards the not so happy. Interesting that I was able to produce a kid that attracts such happy circumstances!
There is that cute factor Colin struts around. He's cute, and sweet, and knows how to work a crowd with the exact amounts of shyness and bravado required to get large groups of people to do what you want. His ability to work a crowd means he gets to choose participating in activities he likes and gets someone else do what he doesn't like. He smiles and gives a hug, then you watch the crowd beg to appease his wants and needs, all for a hug! I,on the other hand, passed the cute stage at about four. I'm silent, or loud, and not much in between. My smile is not something that most people desire to see (in part because my front teeth are stained brown and in part because I no longer have chunky cheeks).
Unlike his mother, Colin doesn't care if you think he's smart (and he is) or competent (and he is). He enjoys who and what goes on around him, and if he isn't enjoying it then he creates his own little world until the circumstances or people change. He welcomes new people like they're family, where the rest of his family stands back to see if the new person makes the cut.
As soon as my car pulls in the drive, or as soon as he sees me there's a goofy, toothless grin and a big hug to greet me! If I'm having a bad day he has a coke ready and snuggles on standby! When I grow up, I want to still have the energy, the flexibility and the confidence to approach life like Colin. I'm 38 now and I haven't mastered Colin's skills on my journey, but on the bright side I have a great guide (even if he's only 8)!
There is that cute factor Colin struts around. He's cute, and sweet, and knows how to work a crowd with the exact amounts of shyness and bravado required to get large groups of people to do what you want. His ability to work a crowd means he gets to choose participating in activities he likes and gets someone else do what he doesn't like. He smiles and gives a hug, then you watch the crowd beg to appease his wants and needs, all for a hug! I,on the other hand, passed the cute stage at about four. I'm silent, or loud, and not much in between. My smile is not something that most people desire to see (in part because my front teeth are stained brown and in part because I no longer have chunky cheeks).
Unlike his mother, Colin doesn't care if you think he's smart (and he is) or competent (and he is). He enjoys who and what goes on around him, and if he isn't enjoying it then he creates his own little world until the circumstances or people change. He welcomes new people like they're family, where the rest of his family stands back to see if the new person makes the cut.
As soon as my car pulls in the drive, or as soon as he sees me there's a goofy, toothless grin and a big hug to greet me! If I'm having a bad day he has a coke ready and snuggles on standby! When I grow up, I want to still have the energy, the flexibility and the confidence to approach life like Colin. I'm 38 now and I haven't mastered Colin's skills on my journey, but on the bright side I have a great guide (even if he's only 8)!
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Teaching Batman
Most days I have a wonderful job, and some days it's a little rough. I teach interesting kids, which makes for interesting days. I like interesting and I like to laugh and have a good time. I hope that my students like coming to my class and find it as interesting as I find teaching them. Yesterday was one of those days.
I have a student who is one of the highlights of my day every day that he enters the classroom. He works hard, but he doesn't always get grade level material. He requires a great deal of attention when he is in the class, but he gives me a great deal of joy for the fifty-five minutes that I see him. This week has been homecoming and Friday was toga day for the seniors. I knew when I finished helping one of the seniors with her pink leopard toga that my student was going to do something creative with the left over material when he came into class. He did not disappoint.
I went to school yesterday sick. I really wasn't in the mood to do much but hold down the fort and get caught up on paper work. The day didn't work out like that because what days ever work out how you plan? I was questioning why I went to work feeling so bad, when... enter Batman. As soon as my student saw the left over fabric he went into full character mode and the results were great for everyone's mood and enjoyment of learning the physical geography of Latin America. The scraps of fabric became a cape, arm cuffs and a head piece. Add a batman mask that I used as a pass last year and let the food times role.
The lesson became information needed for Batman to beat the bad guys in Latin America. The student kept the class in stitches and they all seemed more engaged in the material as they were helping Batman get ready for his mission. Pictures were taken and I couldn't help but leave my bad mood behind. In fact, I haven't laughed that hard in a classroom in a long time. Despite feeling poorly, I thoroughly enjoyed teaching Batman and the other students enjoyed helping Batman. I like to think that I foster a sense of acceptance in my classroom and that learning can be fun. Did "batman" really think he was Batman for 55 minutes? Possibly? Will every student in that class remember what we learned about Latin America? Definitely!
I think sometimes teachers are so focused on test results that they forget that teaching is making connections between knowledge and people. Yesterday was one of those special moments in my class where that happened. It wasn't conventional, and it was a little rowdy. The teacher couldn't stop smiling and laughing and the students got to act like the teacher at times. I'm sure if I was to be evaluated by the current standards, I wouldn't rate very high, but I know that the students in that class will never forget how entertaining and fun a lesson can be. All with a superhero in their midst (okay a tall, goofy freshman in a sheet and a mask, but whose to say he's not a superhero) So, I say long live BATMAN! I know I enjoyed teaching him yesterday!
I have a student who is one of the highlights of my day every day that he enters the classroom. He works hard, but he doesn't always get grade level material. He requires a great deal of attention when he is in the class, but he gives me a great deal of joy for the fifty-five minutes that I see him. This week has been homecoming and Friday was toga day for the seniors. I knew when I finished helping one of the seniors with her pink leopard toga that my student was going to do something creative with the left over material when he came into class. He did not disappoint.
I went to school yesterday sick. I really wasn't in the mood to do much but hold down the fort and get caught up on paper work. The day didn't work out like that because what days ever work out how you plan? I was questioning why I went to work feeling so bad, when... enter Batman. As soon as my student saw the left over fabric he went into full character mode and the results were great for everyone's mood and enjoyment of learning the physical geography of Latin America. The scraps of fabric became a cape, arm cuffs and a head piece. Add a batman mask that I used as a pass last year and let the food times role.
The lesson became information needed for Batman to beat the bad guys in Latin America. The student kept the class in stitches and they all seemed more engaged in the material as they were helping Batman get ready for his mission. Pictures were taken and I couldn't help but leave my bad mood behind. In fact, I haven't laughed that hard in a classroom in a long time. Despite feeling poorly, I thoroughly enjoyed teaching Batman and the other students enjoyed helping Batman. I like to think that I foster a sense of acceptance in my classroom and that learning can be fun. Did "batman" really think he was Batman for 55 minutes? Possibly? Will every student in that class remember what we learned about Latin America? Definitely!
I think sometimes teachers are so focused on test results that they forget that teaching is making connections between knowledge and people. Yesterday was one of those special moments in my class where that happened. It wasn't conventional, and it was a little rowdy. The teacher couldn't stop smiling and laughing and the students got to act like the teacher at times. I'm sure if I was to be evaluated by the current standards, I wouldn't rate very high, but I know that the students in that class will never forget how entertaining and fun a lesson can be. All with a superhero in their midst (okay a tall, goofy freshman in a sheet and a mask, but whose to say he's not a superhero) So, I say long live BATMAN! I know I enjoyed teaching him yesterday!
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Temporary Failure to Run
I'm supposed to be running a half marathon tomorrow, in Maine where lots of people I know will be running. I will not be attending do to financial, time management and health reasons that did not allow me to prepare adequately to run. This is the first time I registered for a race and was not ready, or able to run, and it causes me great distress.
I'm big about doing what you say you're going to do, and I've been known to uphold that principal to the point that I'm sick. It's hard to make peace with not completing a race for the following very lame reasons:
1. I could not make my volleyball schedule and running schedule work!
2. Due to Elijah's braces, broken hot water heater and car tags we really couldn't afford the air fair to get to Maine. (I could of drove but gas and toll money to get to Maine wouldn't be much cheaper than air travel!)
3. My migraines and internal clock are not cooperating with running in the morning or the evening after practice!
Those are my lame reasons. Upon reflection I know I might have been able to adjust the volleyball schedule to accommodate my running (which gives my husband another reason why I should stop coaching, and yes that has been a yearly argument for the last ten years). There wasn't much I could of done about the money issues (trust me we run a pretty tight budget around these parts and I still haven't saved enough to buy that money tree). The most frustrating of all the reasons, the one that no matter how hard I try to control and overcome, there are times I just can't! My body is my best weapon and my worst enemy! My will and want to run are strong, but the vertigo, the auras, the sensitivity to sound, light and smells and the head pain are stronger. It's frustrating and sad all at the same time.
Failing to run a race, while frustrating and depressing, has forced me to evaluate how running effects my overall existence. Why am I running? I don't need to lose weight. I don't have any running buddies to hold me accountable (I'm working on this one so, let me know if you'd like to step up). I don't need another tee shirt. Why do I run? The reason I'm running (okay running and walking) is for times like now when I can't run. I have run three 5k's, two 10k's and two half marathons since I started running a year or so ago. This year I have logged 355.8 miles and there's three more months left (hello 400?)! That's 355.8 miles more than the previous year! So, volleyball is almost over and the weather is getting cooler (and I have large quantities of cold weather running gear) and you know what? I'm getting ready to tackle the next race and let this race's failure be only temporary!
I'm big about doing what you say you're going to do, and I've been known to uphold that principal to the point that I'm sick. It's hard to make peace with not completing a race for the following very lame reasons:
1. I could not make my volleyball schedule and running schedule work!
2. Due to Elijah's braces, broken hot water heater and car tags we really couldn't afford the air fair to get to Maine. (I could of drove but gas and toll money to get to Maine wouldn't be much cheaper than air travel!)
3. My migraines and internal clock are not cooperating with running in the morning or the evening after practice!
Those are my lame reasons. Upon reflection I know I might have been able to adjust the volleyball schedule to accommodate my running (which gives my husband another reason why I should stop coaching, and yes that has been a yearly argument for the last ten years). There wasn't much I could of done about the money issues (trust me we run a pretty tight budget around these parts and I still haven't saved enough to buy that money tree). The most frustrating of all the reasons, the one that no matter how hard I try to control and overcome, there are times I just can't! My body is my best weapon and my worst enemy! My will and want to run are strong, but the vertigo, the auras, the sensitivity to sound, light and smells and the head pain are stronger. It's frustrating and sad all at the same time.
Failing to run a race, while frustrating and depressing, has forced me to evaluate how running effects my overall existence. Why am I running? I don't need to lose weight. I don't have any running buddies to hold me accountable (I'm working on this one so, let me know if you'd like to step up). I don't need another tee shirt. Why do I run? The reason I'm running (okay running and walking) is for times like now when I can't run. I have run three 5k's, two 10k's and two half marathons since I started running a year or so ago. This year I have logged 355.8 miles and there's three more months left (hello 400?)! That's 355.8 miles more than the previous year! So, volleyball is almost over and the weather is getting cooler (and I have large quantities of cold weather running gear) and you know what? I'm getting ready to tackle the next race and let this race's failure be only temporary!
Friday, September 28, 2012
Cool Mom?
I have "interesting" kids, all five of them and sitting in an elementary lunch room puts that in clear focus! You see yesterday Colin asked me to come to school for lunch and I usually do this with my husband. Who by the way, was cool for years because he stayed at home and all the other dads worked. Mom was, and still is, just a teacher and a coach which there are plenty of at a any school. Not winning any cool points there, but due to my competitive nature I'm trying to assess where my cool points are so I acquire the appropriate number to be a cool mom!
I'm cool at the high school (hey who isn't cool with a rhyme like that)! The fact that I run the concession stand, coach and willingly run after school in my spandex makes me pretty cool. As long as no one asks Stephen about why his mom runs after school, in spandex, while he's at wrestling, he thinks I'm pretty cool (at least as cool as a mom gets in high school)! I'm also pretty cool at lunch when he's snacking on my leftovers or some goody from the teacher's dining room!
Zeke tells his friends I'm cool because I cook, we'll I actually fry a lot and bake a lot when he's not with his dad! Since he's on some natural, gluten free, reduced sugar, crappy diet during the week, I'm super cool two to three days a week!
Josie, well being the only other girl in the house and the chief Josie chore enforcer makes me not so cool. I am super cool in the mornings when she "borrows" my clothes. Josie's told me I'm cool because I know the words to most of the songs on her IPod (Is now the time I tell her that because of the cloud we have the same songs? Maybe I'll keep that bit of cool to myself a little longer). Josie has informed me that only cool moms allow their daughters to make chocolate chip cookies from scratch in the seventh grade so I think I racked up major cool points there!
Elijah has written that I am a cool mom because I remind him to take his meds, get him up in the morning and make really good food! Major cool mom points if your kid thinks your cool when you nag and get them up in the morning for school! Of course I'll be saving that note for when he hits those teen years and finds such mom behavior not cool!
Colin thinks I'm cool because I run, make really good fried chicken and on those rare occasions that I eat lunch at school with him, I bring cookies or cup cakes! I've also been known to bring him a coke too (major cool points from the kid, but not so much from the teacher)!
So, if I tally it up I have to rake in the cool mom points. Multiplied by five I have to be a cool mom more than I'm not a cool mom, right? Of course a large amount of my cool points comes from my culinary comfort talents, but I have determined if cup cakes, cookies and fried chicken will rake in the cool mom points then I should probably get busy! I need to store up the points for fall yard work, wrestling, volleyball Christmas chorus concerts and report cards where I'll definitely not be earning mom cool points!
I'm cool at the high school (hey who isn't cool with a rhyme like that)! The fact that I run the concession stand, coach and willingly run after school in my spandex makes me pretty cool. As long as no one asks Stephen about why his mom runs after school, in spandex, while he's at wrestling, he thinks I'm pretty cool (at least as cool as a mom gets in high school)! I'm also pretty cool at lunch when he's snacking on my leftovers or some goody from the teacher's dining room!
Zeke tells his friends I'm cool because I cook, we'll I actually fry a lot and bake a lot when he's not with his dad! Since he's on some natural, gluten free, reduced sugar, crappy diet during the week, I'm super cool two to three days a week!
Josie, well being the only other girl in the house and the chief Josie chore enforcer makes me not so cool. I am super cool in the mornings when she "borrows" my clothes. Josie's told me I'm cool because I know the words to most of the songs on her IPod (Is now the time I tell her that because of the cloud we have the same songs? Maybe I'll keep that bit of cool to myself a little longer). Josie has informed me that only cool moms allow their daughters to make chocolate chip cookies from scratch in the seventh grade so I think I racked up major cool points there!
Elijah has written that I am a cool mom because I remind him to take his meds, get him up in the morning and make really good food! Major cool mom points if your kid thinks your cool when you nag and get them up in the morning for school! Of course I'll be saving that note for when he hits those teen years and finds such mom behavior not cool!
Colin thinks I'm cool because I run, make really good fried chicken and on those rare occasions that I eat lunch at school with him, I bring cookies or cup cakes! I've also been known to bring him a coke too (major cool points from the kid, but not so much from the teacher)!
So, if I tally it up I have to rake in the cool mom points. Multiplied by five I have to be a cool mom more than I'm not a cool mom, right? Of course a large amount of my cool points comes from my culinary comfort talents, but I have determined if cup cakes, cookies and fried chicken will rake in the cool mom points then I should probably get busy! I need to store up the points for fall yard work, wrestling, volleyball Christmas chorus concerts and report cards where I'll definitely not be earning mom cool points!
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