Oh, my, goodness. He is wearing a tie. Yep. Sunday at Crabtree Valley Mall, my son decided that he wanted to wear a tie for his first day of school. "I've never had a tie, Mom. " After a serious fit of laughter, i began melting...stage 1, mommy is soft all over and smiling ever so sweetly. Ok, he picks out the tie. Next was a shirt. "Mom, can I try it on in the dressing room?" Melting, stage 2, softer, dazed, and turning into jello. Following the success in the shirt department, he went on to find matching shorts, complete with his correct size. Stage 3 melt, mom is a gooblob on the floor, sobbing with motherly delight, revelling in the "Alex P. Keaton-ness" of her little boy. Knowing full well that it may not last, but, alas, has the potential should his spirit decide that it it's path. His outfit was complete. And he was happy.
He did very well, enjoyed his class, and ran to me once when he saw me in the media center, near my office. He remembered suddenly that he was not supposed to be out of line, so he corrected and ran back to his spot. Well, his agility and speed was entertaining and we all busted a chuckle, which led to his immediate embarrassment and small burst of tears. While ripping off his tie, he proclaimed that he was not moving, wanted to go home, and didn't want to go to music. I kissed him gently, stroked his ego, and told him he better catch up with class, I'll see him later. So I sported his tie on my nametag for a bit, and when I found him at lunch, (he flagged me across the full cafeteria) he requested his tie back, ate his lunch, and declared his love for me. I love being his Mom. I better take it while i can, because I hear such horror stories of pre-teens and teens. I'm planning on surprising him with some balloons on Friday, and perhaps a pizza dinner.
So, I took my laptop to BestBuy because of my memory crisis and talked to a geek. Told him I was out of memory and would like to know my options. He proceeded to insert his jump drive into my USB port, without even asking! Little did I know, he was performing a 'diagnostic,' which I did not want or need. 20 or so minutes later, i'm trying to get back to memory or new laptop topic, and just decide to wait. He tells me $59. I laugh. Hard. And he is serious. So I pay, but ask to see a manager. I told my tale and since I was not informed prior to the "service" of the fee, i got a refund. But holy cow, there was not "diagnostic fee" in the brochure or listed at the service desk anyways. So i felt justified, and the manager was professional. The geek was more of a drone with unchanging expressions and limited communication. Oh well. So i'm back to my memory problem. Thinking of some things. Anyhoo. That's what's going on.
Wishing I could lay on a blanket near some fresh cut grass, enjoying the autumn creeping in. Ethan and I were noticing some leaves starting to change color, and he is as excited as i about the fall festival of colors.
I desperately need a massage or something. Payday is upon me and i will just have to do it. Whenever i have an appontment, i don't feel as tense, as if the anticipation of the hands on helps. I wish i had hands on right now. I might lay on the floor with a dog treat on my neck so the dog will walk up my back. That's pretty desperate.'
Peace and love.
1 comment:
Adorable outfit! He looks so pleased with himself.
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