Odd thing happened tonight, and for once It only slightly involved one of my kids.
I had C1's cellphone in the car with me. For the record, it is not officially C1's phone. It is the Kids phone, and which ever older kid needs it, gets to take it. Since C1 is the oldest, he has it most.
Phone rings this evening while I'm out. I answer it, C1's Phone. Girl on other end, while laughing and chatting with her friends, demand to know why I am answering C1's phone. I reply because I happen to have it with me. She demands to know why, I reply because I do, then she calls me a bitch.
Ummm...wait?! what!
Yes, she actually calls me a bitch for having my sons phone. I demand to know who it is, and she says a friend. I look at the phone and see the name. Then, the mom in me comes out.
'who in the world do you think you are talking to someone like that on the phone. This is C1's mother, how dare you talk to someone on the phone like that when you dont even know who you are talking to'
You get the picture. This quickly sobers up stupid girl. Apparently I have a really really good mom voice. Next I hear, 'oh my god, oh my god, I am so sorry, i am sorry. blah blah blah'
I found it amusing but trust me, I was ticked off! What if it had been C2 who answered the phone. She would have been so hurt to have been called a name!
I inform stupid girl, that she should be more careful about calling people she does not know, names. She is now apologizing up and down! I could actually hear the shock in her voice.
So I get home and inform c1 what had happened. He does not sound surprised? Oh well, kids are stupid kids after all. The kid phone rings at 9:30. All my kids are in bed. I let it to go voice mail, then listen to the vmail. Hey! Its my phone! and I knew it was stupid girl calling.
She sounds horrible on the phone. Apologizes to Ryan, says she would understand if he never talked to her again, and deleted her number from his phone blah blah blah.
I figure it this way...when I was a kid, even a young adult, I made stupid mistakes, said things that shouldn't have been said and felt bad about it. Bad enough that I have NEVER forgotten it and to this day, keep these little reminders in my head.
From the sound of her voice, I am guessing she will never forget the day she called her friends mom a bitch!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
why do I knit?
Why do I knit? Good question. I am fully aware that I can buy socks in a 10 pack at Walmart for 6.99 rather than getting two pair for $20 at my local yarn store(I have expensive feet!) I can buy a shawl with no holes in it from mistakes at Khols. I can buy a Cardigan sweater that will actually fit my husband right. Hats, I wouldn't care how many hats and mittens the kids lose if I bought them at the dollar store.
But I thank my sister each and every day for teaching me the art of knitting!
Let me preference with this, I have no patience! (my mom just fainted upon reading that) I have never had patience. Three kids and I still didn't have patience. Life was hurry hurry hurry. Hurry do laundry, Hurry do dishes, Hurry read a story, Hurry do homework, Hurry take a bath, hurry have sex, (hahaha, mom just fainted again), hurry go to school. I never felt as though I had any time to relax. Heck, who can relax with three kids! Baseball, Softball, Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Band, life! I am always in a hurry to try something new, to master something, to do something! I cannot sit still!(hush mom!)
So, during Christmas vacation a couple of years ago, (4 already?) my sisters family came to visit and she brought her knitting needles. Hallelujah!*bowing down to my sister* And a knitting fanatic was born!
I go NOWHERE without my needles. Dr's offices, of course! who doesn't! Baseball games Yup! Boring meetings! GOD YES. Er visits(three kids remember) YES, Family get togethers! anyplace I am the passenger! Oh yeah! At the roller rink while the kids skate, at the park! KIP! Heck, one time, while waiting for an ambulance for my daughter after she broke her leg at school, my GF grabbed my knitting bag for me!
Anytime I have a spare moment, I Knit! I learned to knit to learn patience. Knitting a project is not an overnight event. It takes weeks, or even months, and for some of us, years to finish a project. Yes, I do find myself sometimes racing through a pair of socks, but only because I can, I still have to take my time a little bit or I wind up with holes. Ok, yes, I did find a way to knit two at a time to save time...but on the upside...when I am kitting and a child comes up to me with a question, all I have to do is start counting out loud and they walk away! SWEET!
My husband once asked me how much the yarn cost and how much I actually needed to have at one time. I glanced up from my knitting (pretending to count doesn't work on him, he still wont go away) and patiently informed him that it was safer than drinking and cheaper than a therapist!
But I thank my sister each and every day for teaching me the art of knitting!
Let me preference with this, I have no patience! (my mom just fainted upon reading that) I have never had patience. Three kids and I still didn't have patience. Life was hurry hurry hurry. Hurry do laundry, Hurry do dishes, Hurry read a story, Hurry do homework, Hurry take a bath, hurry have sex, (hahaha, mom just fainted again), hurry go to school. I never felt as though I had any time to relax. Heck, who can relax with three kids! Baseball, Softball, Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Band, life! I am always in a hurry to try something new, to master something, to do something! I cannot sit still!(hush mom!)
So, during Christmas vacation a couple of years ago, (4 already?) my sisters family came to visit and she brought her knitting needles. Hallelujah!*bowing down to my sister* And a knitting fanatic was born!
I go NOWHERE without my needles. Dr's offices, of course! who doesn't! Baseball games Yup! Boring meetings! GOD YES. Er visits(three kids remember) YES, Family get togethers! anyplace I am the passenger! Oh yeah! At the roller rink while the kids skate, at the park! KIP! Heck, one time, while waiting for an ambulance for my daughter after she broke her leg at school, my GF grabbed my knitting bag for me!
Anytime I have a spare moment, I Knit! I learned to knit to learn patience. Knitting a project is not an overnight event. It takes weeks, or even months, and for some of us, years to finish a project. Yes, I do find myself sometimes racing through a pair of socks, but only because I can, I still have to take my time a little bit or I wind up with holes. Ok, yes, I did find a way to knit two at a time to save time...but on the upside...when I am kitting and a child comes up to me with a question, all I have to do is start counting out loud and they walk away! SWEET!
My husband once asked me how much the yarn cost and how much I actually needed to have at one time. I glanced up from my knitting (pretending to count doesn't work on him, he still wont go away) and patiently informed him that it was safer than drinking and cheaper than a therapist!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
So sad this happened, but so proud at the same time....
It was a busy night in my house tonight. I was thrilled when C1 had a bunch of friends show up and they decided to walk two miles back to one of the friends house. I thought it was wonderful.
After dinner, I went to visit two friends who had the unfortunate pleasure of being in the hospital. I had txted C1 and told him I would pick him up on my way home.
So, around 9:30, I got several frantic texts from my son begging me to come pick him up. I figured it was typical teenage drama. I hugged my GF goodnight, bid her well, and headed off. I get to the friends house and C1 and his friend get in the car, obviously upset. I didn't push, I didn't pry...C1 says to friend, should we tell my mom. Friend says, I am not telling my mom. I say to C1, you know you can tell me anything. C1 proceeds to tell me that the friends house they were at, the parents were drunk. and that they, C1 and his friend were very scared. C1 also told me that the friend's house they were at, the friend told the boys that they(the parents) also smoke pot.
Yes, my heart stopped. Yes, I wanted to cry. Yes, I wanted to get angry, not at the boys. Instead, I told the boys that they did the right thing. I then dropped off C1's friend. I turned to C1 and told him how proud I was of him. I wanted to cry, to hug him, to protect him. C1 then proceeded to tell me how friends dad was mean to his friend, called her horrible names along with the mom. HORRIFIED! I am absolutely horrified.
I again told C1 how incredibly proud I am of him! How he did the right thing. Then, I told C1 that he was no longer allowed to go to this friends house. I told him that he was not being punished. I dont want him to be afraid in the future to tell me things, but what else am I to do. He will never be allowed to go back there.
I told him, that his friends will always be allowed to come to our house...have bonfires in our backyard..but never, never be allowed to go back there.
How horrible for him. What a horrible thing for him to experience at such a young age. (13) But, I am so so so proud of him.
Parents, please, please talk to your children. We teach them to respect their elders, to be polite, that adults are always right. but have you taught them what to do when an adult is wrong, or what to do when an adult's actions make them uncomfortable. Teach them what to do, how to do it, what to say. I have always told my kids that if they are in a situation that makes them uncomfortable, to call me....tell me their stomach hurts, tell me they have a headache whatever. Just call me. I will come and save them, protect them, hug them and tell them it will be ok, and tell them how proud of them I am.
And yes, I will be talking to C1's friends parents, the one that I dropped off. Their son might not have been taught that's its ok to tell them when something happens. They need to know that that house is no longer safe. I pray that they do not get mad at their son, I hope they get upset with themselves for not teaching their son, or not having an open relationship with their son.
I am proud of my son and his friend!
After dinner, I went to visit two friends who had the unfortunate pleasure of being in the hospital. I had txted C1 and told him I would pick him up on my way home.
So, around 9:30, I got several frantic texts from my son begging me to come pick him up. I figured it was typical teenage drama. I hugged my GF goodnight, bid her well, and headed off. I get to the friends house and C1 and his friend get in the car, obviously upset. I didn't push, I didn't pry...C1 says to friend, should we tell my mom. Friend says, I am not telling my mom. I say to C1, you know you can tell me anything. C1 proceeds to tell me that the friends house they were at, the parents were drunk. and that they, C1 and his friend were very scared. C1 also told me that the friend's house they were at, the friend told the boys that they(the parents) also smoke pot.
Yes, my heart stopped. Yes, I wanted to cry. Yes, I wanted to get angry, not at the boys. Instead, I told the boys that they did the right thing. I then dropped off C1's friend. I turned to C1 and told him how proud I was of him. I wanted to cry, to hug him, to protect him. C1 then proceeded to tell me how friends dad was mean to his friend, called her horrible names along with the mom. HORRIFIED! I am absolutely horrified.
I again told C1 how incredibly proud I am of him! How he did the right thing. Then, I told C1 that he was no longer allowed to go to this friends house. I told him that he was not being punished. I dont want him to be afraid in the future to tell me things, but what else am I to do. He will never be allowed to go back there.
I told him, that his friends will always be allowed to come to our house...have bonfires in our backyard..but never, never be allowed to go back there.
How horrible for him. What a horrible thing for him to experience at such a young age. (13) But, I am so so so proud of him.
Parents, please, please talk to your children. We teach them to respect their elders, to be polite, that adults are always right. but have you taught them what to do when an adult is wrong, or what to do when an adult's actions make them uncomfortable. Teach them what to do, how to do it, what to say. I have always told my kids that if they are in a situation that makes them uncomfortable, to call me....tell me their stomach hurts, tell me they have a headache whatever. Just call me. I will come and save them, protect them, hug them and tell them it will be ok, and tell them how proud of them I am.
And yes, I will be talking to C1's friends parents, the one that I dropped off. Their son might not have been taught that's its ok to tell them when something happens. They need to know that that house is no longer safe. I pray that they do not get mad at their son, I hope they get upset with themselves for not teaching their son, or not having an open relationship with their son.
I am proud of my son and his friend!
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