Which prompted me to look closely at myself in the mirror and plan a new anti-aging routine.
Holy Cow. When did we all grow up?
Here's how their first few days went....
Kid 3 got teased about his shoes and came running home to change. Luckily we live two blocks away and the shoes he was teased for were made for running. It totally made me remember when I started 7th grade and wondered what I wore. I think it was some kind of hippie-chic tunic top with brown pants, but not the cool kind that flared at the ankle. And I wore glasses. With thick lenses because I was visually challenged. Had I lived 2 blocks away, I probably would've run home, too. I totally get it, Kid 3.
Kid 2 started high school Monday morning, and as of Wednesday morning, claims that this is the longest school year he has ever experienced. It can only go up from here.
And Kid 1 is back in football and wants to hit things. We've decided football does very little to get his energies out, but instead makes him even more aggressive toward his brothers. Just a little tip, Kids 2 and 3... always turn on lights before you enter a room and look behind every door before you step in. There's a right tackle lurking in there and ready for some football.
But let me assure you that I prayed over those boys before they started the new year. Kid 1 acted like I was not doing the whole laying on of hands thing as I prayed over his giant 16 year old body. In fact he may or may not have tried to look at his phone and pretend I was invisible and mute.
I prayed for safety and courage and cautious adventure. I prayed for discernment and wise choices, and simply for a friend to sit with at lunch. I prayed for good to always win over bad and for intervention at times when needed the most. And I prayed for the patience and guidance of every coach and teacher that would influence my kiddos this year. Then I prayed for old friends and new, and for us all to just come home safely to each other at the end of each day.
Y'all, the boys just wanted to go to sleep by the time I was done with them. God bless them one and all.
And finally, in Fireman Dave news, last week I texted him at work to tell him that the dryer wasn't working. Because to me that was a serious emergency. But then he responded, after about 100 years, and said he was busy doing this.
So no, he couldn't fix the dryer. Thanks to another fireman who took this picture and actually got a photo of more than Fireman Dave's backside at a fire.
Other than that, I've been enjoying some quiet afternoons at home and wondering where they've been all my life.
More to come soon..... I'm thinking about my back to school years, a whole lot about my grandparents who took a lot of care of us back then, and trying to place some thoughts in order. And I'm praying over some ideas right now.
Including my fall wardrobe.
post script... no y'all. I have not actually prayed over my fall wardrobe, however much it needs it. But I am giving it some serious thought, hoping that I find some darling yet reasonably priced ankle boots, soft sweaters and pants that don't squeeze my tummy.
post post script.... Really, I just want to wear pajamas all day every day. A girl can dream.