Yesterday was Owsley's fourteenth birthday. I've been asked before if I miss my kids being younger. Well, I am incapable of that now, because what is right in front of me is the only thing that is real to me. I will say that it is an interesting feeling to be the mother of two teenagers in men sized bodies. I love my kids where they are now. It is actually a bit of a gift to only be able to live in the now. I often can't even force my brain to compare the now to the before. No real waxing of the nostalgia over here. Comparison is the thief of joy anyway.
Owsley had asked for some Free Skates last week and Peppy ever paid for one day priority shipping....and they still didn't arrive before his birthday. It was kind of a bummer because the weather was absolutely wonderful yesterday and would have been perfect outside to try these things out. Since his afternoon plans were kind of a bust, he ended up going to the food bank with me to help out with Stuck a Truck donations before we met up with my parents for dinner and after that everyone came over for cookie cake and ice cream. And then Peppy took Owsley to the last showing of Terrifier 3, which was at 9:30 pm, so I decided to stay home and sleep in my bed for free instead of paying to take a nap in a theater seat. I know Peppy was in a lot of pain, but he took him anyway. I haven't talked to him yet this morning, but it's not like they went rock climbing or anything.
Honest question here....these women that are jumping head first into the 4B movement, what do they do if they have sons? How do you de-center your life around men if you have male children? This is a sincere question. Honestly, in a way I do understand where these women come from. They intentionally brainwashed us to romanticize marriage and motherhood in a way that is not realistic or attainable at all. And there are so many who have been abused by men they trusted. This movement just seems so angry. It is hard to get anything productive accomplished when you are filled with rage.
This is the best picture in the world right now. I'm lovin' it.
Owsley wanted a Kay May apple fritter for breakfast, and once they are out for the day, they are out, so we left as soon as everyone was awake. Unfortunately sometime during the night Peppy had pulled his back out. This happens to him maybe once or twice a year. Always the same spot, and always makes for a few miserable days for him.
Owsley made this one. He says it is Squidward.
I was really surprised Gage went with us to get donuts. He's not generally a get up and go person, although he is food motivated. I mean, aren't most of us?
When we got home from getting donuts my parents dropped off a bag of junk food for each of the kids. This is kind of a birthday tradition- they both receive a bag of sweets on whoever's birthday it is. The ladies class my mom is in recently had a soup supper and she made white chicken chili and couldn't find her spice packets. Owsley found them in his bag of junk food.
I forgot that there was a sticky note on the cabinet from at least six months ago. Maybe longer than that. I mean, I knew it was there, but I didn't think anything about it being there....if that makes any sense. I was having a bad day and Peppy let me draw a Blemmye on his chest with a sharpie, and the next morning he had left a post-it with a Blemmye proclaiming a mating call. On the inside of the cabinet are many more post-its, but because Peppy has less artistic ability than a kindergartner (his words, not mine) this little Blemmye got to stay on the outside of the cabinet. And then I just kind of forgot about it until I was looking at this picture.
After my weekend of carbs (not to mention the fact that volunteers keep bringing in all their remaining Halloween candy so that our basket next to our sign-in sheets seems to be supernaturally replenishing itself every day) I really need to slow down before everyone starts bringing in the holiday treats. Not to mention the fact that I've probably already self-sabotaged PMS for myself this month. This week I'll be surviving mostly on carrots, kiwis, blueberries and these dried mango slices.
I eat at least two bags of these a week. Maybe I need to buy them in bulk because I'm pretty sure that our local Publix keeps them in stock because I continue to buy them all. They were out for like a week and it was really sad. These have replaced my gummy addiction. They are SO good. It says to refrigerate them after opening, but I have an opened bag of them in my purse all the time. They don't last long enough to go bad.
I had another two moons crashing dream last night. One huge moon. One tiny moon. Tiny moon hits the huge, full moon making it flicker like a lightbulb, and as it was flashing it looked like it was changing throughout all its monthly phases.
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