Sunday, March 18, 2012

Sunday afternoon

Sunday afternoon.  Doing some low carb experiments in the kitchen.  Baking low-carb cupcakes and making low-carb candy for my little Termite who's on the modified Atkins diet for seizures.  They smell good.  I hope they taste good.  I plan to freeze them to send to school for him to have on hand for in-class birthday parties.

Beautiful day. I wore a dress to church this morning.  I had to shave my legs yesterday to take the kids swimming.  Thought I'd make the most of smooth legs.

Queen Bee has a friend over.  She's spent the last two days literally in bed, recovering from a migraine and months on end of daily school, basketball/soccer practice, and work.  And the late nights texting friends and listening to her iPod.

All the other kids are outside running around, playing in the neighbor's creek, taking care of chickens, building forts, and making things out of rocks and sticks and string.  Or inside making paper dolls or playing board games.  Coach has put a moratorium on the XBox for a while.

I've come to the realization that The Fledgling is doing exactly as he pleases.  I've been begging him for a year to tell me what he really wants.  I guess I was hoping that his real answer was going to college or finding a job that he really likes.  Nope.  Its living a life with maximum freedom and minimum responsibility.  Finding a living situation, no matter how tenuous, that costs him as little as possible.  Couch-surfing - or upper-bunk-surfing to be more accurate.  Finding a way to make just enough money to pay his car insurance and put gas in his car without requiring much time or commitment from him.  Finding a girlfriend and socializing with friends.  This is what he really wants right now.  I can't change that.  If I had one wish, it would be for him to pass the one college course he is taking right now.  He's halfway through.  It's paid for.  He has no other demands on his time so there's no reason not to just finish it up.  But reason is something he doesn't have right now.  Here's the sound of me letting go.  Sigh.

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