Conversations, Health

3.19.20

I’m currently listening to Jack upstairs on Xbox talking to his friend from England. It seems like a regular night, except he would never be allowed to play Xbox on a school night. Tonight isn’t a typical school night. So much has changed since my last post it’s hard to wrap my head around it.

The only thing I see or hear about all day long (unless I stop listening) is the spread of Coronavirus (COVID-19). In January we hadn’t even heard of the virus and were celebrating Jack’s 15th birthday. In February we were still praying for Australia to stop burning. In mid-Feb, at least here in CT, we really started to hear the news of the virus spreading. But still, it was “so far away.” Is t it always? Until it’s right in your back yard.

I flew out to California just in the nick of time and made it back by March 2nd just before the shit really started to hit the fan.

Now, just two weeks later, we are working 100% remotely, schools are closed, and you fear going to the grocery store for milk. We’ve all stocked up on food and supplies. We are being very selective about who we will see in person, even avoiding our own family members. The infected numbers are rising and people are beginning to die very close to home.

Jack and I have hunkered down in a sort of uneasy truce. I’m all “we are going to keep a similar routine during the week” and he’s all “I don’t have any school work whatsoever to do!” Which has been true up til now. Enrichment … that was all we could do for studies… and let me tell you, that will only go so far. This boy needs structure and will thrive on it. I’m very glad our town finally handed out the distance learning protocol, at least from a few of Jack’s classes. He was hard at work at 8am. (Luckily we didn’t have to get up at the god-awful hour of 5:55) This is much more humane!

And, since I don’t have to drive to work, and then home again for lunch, I’m saving an hour and a half of driving each day. Woohoo!

Jack: Can I go play Xbox now?

me: It’s 10am Jack, Sheesh!

Jack: But I did all my work.

me: We have to keep a regular schedule so go read something.

Jack: I don’t have anything left to do!

me: On school days you—

Jack: It’s not a school day because we don’t have school!

me: I have some chores for you then.

Jack: On school days I don’t have chores! Ha!

Repeat this in various ways about 15 times and you’ll almost be where I am mentally right now. 😱

Jack spent some time with his nerf guns, dug out some old army guys and set up a battalion for the cats to knock over, he has cooked dinner twice and baked a banana cake, he vacuumed and cleaned a few toilets. These are things that wouldn’t have happened a few weeks ago. I’m going to try and be thankful for the little things. We’ve been forced to slow down, which is exactly what we needed.

For now, we will look fir the silver lining… we are healthy, settled in comfortably at home and currently wanting for nothing. Many are much worse off than we are. I have nothing to complain about. Except when Jack and his friends hold impromptu remote kazoo concerts. (Don’t ask)

I hope you are all safe as well and getting through this tough time as best you can. Keep looking for the silver lining, which is time with your families that you most likely would not have gotten under normal circumstances.

Peace and love from our house to yours!

(Gotta run, Moca is playing with a piece of cat poop again for the 2nd time today!!!!)

Gahhh!

Conversations, Emotions, Uncategorized

It’s the little things :)

I’m playing catch up a bit this month coming off a slew of posts in January and early February… eh I kinda lost my pace!

Free time? Nonexistent! Somehow our schedules have ramped up to such previously unknown high levels. There are more after school activities, more meetings, more classes and more weekend travel than I can almost sanely keep track of. (Kind of funny since it’s 5am and I’m sitting in an airport having left the house at 3:30am to fly to CA!! Oy!)

The other night Jack and I were driving home from his rowing practice and it was dark and raining. After a few miles I looked up and said “I have no idea where we are”. I had missed a turn and ended up wayyyy out of the way. Brain overload anyone??

So, I guess my long winded point is that when you barely have time to think (or pee) everrrr…. you have to take the time to enjoy the little things in life that make you happy. Be that a small white kitty (or two) 🙂 or a giant buffalo of a pitbull ORRR a not-so-little 15-year-old that can still sometimes surprise you by being… nice! (?)

Love it!

This past Valentine’s Day I surprised Jack with a few little candies and a card (well I do this every year so I’m sure it wasn’t a BIG surprise). One of Jack’s favorite candies are chocolate covered cherries. And those are his dad’s favorite too. Funny how that works out. Anyway, as Jack was opening his gift he remembers something.

Jack: Oh, wait! I have a card for you!

me: Oh really?

Jack comes back into the kitchen and wonders where I went.

me: Down here.

Jack: Very funny.

I had apparently (jokingly) fainted from the shock of him having remembered me on Valentine’s Day. 😂😂😂

But it was sweet and mostly in Spanish and eluded yo the fact that I have had to put up with much nonsense from him in the past. Haha.

That was a good day.

The other night I was trying to help Jack with some homework or studying or something. Jack was cranky and apparently I was “very annoying”. I reminded him I was only trying to help and I went to get ready for bed, leaving him to sort his homework out on his own.

(Side note, I’m on the plain now and it literally smells like 💩💩💩💩💩)

Ok where was I?

Oh yeah, Jack eventually headed upstairs to go to bed.

me: Goodnight. Can I have a hug?

Jack: Nope.

Me: Sigh….

A few minutes later… Jack came into my bathroom.

Jack: Sorry I’m being such an idiot.

(I got a hug)

Mom high fives all around! I did tell him he’s not an idiot.

Enjoy the small things because sometimes they are the big things!

A young couple passed me before I got on the plane. They had two car carriers and a screaming newborn, plus 3 suitcases and the look of the completely bewildered and underslept.

I’m child free sipping a coffee and blogging, in a row by myself. Ahhhhh the small things!

🙂🙂🙂

Conversations, Uncategorized

Simp. Boomer. Bread.

I’m once again not entirely sure where all the new names come from. The names that certain 14-15 year olds use when talking to each other and more annoyingly, to their moms. (Ahem, one mom in particular at least). And you know how once you get a phrase stuck in your head you can almost never get it out and then it becomes a habit and no matter how hard you try NOT to say it you just have to say it?

Well, I know Jack’s in that type of cycle with a new word each month or two. I want to know who is ground zero for these words. Who coined the phrase. Who was the first to utter Simp and have it catch on in our local high school? Is it a YouTuber? More than likely. Is it someone in the high school? Probably not. Suddenly, there we are, being called Boomer, Simp, and a lovely host of other words.

‘Bread” pretty much means “money” and used sometimes to say you like something.

“W” is another one, mostly used on social media, meaning “Win”. Remember when I had to find out what “F” meant? I think that was an old post that I have to look up and link to here. “F” means “Pay Respects” in Call of Duty. Like: press F to pay respects. So kids were posting F on photos of deceased celebrities, etc. Yes I had to Google it! Whatevs!

“Simp” is just short for simple, or the type of guy that lets a woman walk all over him. Jack likes to throw this one out frequently, and it is the current phrase du jour, (or de semaine if you really want to test my French).

Anyway, I can go on, but mostly the words are rude and generally Jack gets in trouble for using them. Repeatedly. Remember my fun with being called Boomer?? Sighhhh….

Like at Jack’s birthday party sleepover. Always, always this boy gets in trouble on his birthday. Hopped up on sugar, lots of friends over, rudeness ensues.

me: Jack, if you guys are going to run around in the house, be careful and don’t break anything.

Jack: Sure simp.

me: What?

Jack: (a little softer) Simp.

me: Um no. Do not call me that.

Jack: (softer) simp.

Jack’s friend: Jack, don’t be rude to your Mom.

me: Thank you. Jack, go ahead and say it again and see what happens.

Jack: Si— (runs into the kitchen)

me: Grrrrr!

I have literally been having the same conversation with Jack for years. Years I tell you! Even when he was extremely small and called me Mrs. Mommy! I knew he meant it rudely. Then he switched to Lady. Then for a while he called me doughnut. I mean really.

Quel horreur!

 

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Conversations

Goodnight 14-year-old

Jack will wake up a 15-year-old! Gah! When did this happen?

Well, technically he will turn 15 at 4:36pm… but still! He has friends coming over tomorrow for an escape room adventure, then a hibachi dinner then X-box. Just as it should be.

Jack has had a week of midterms and a week of a head cold. Both are just about over now. Studying can wait a day and resume on Sunday night for the dreaded Algebra 2 test on Monday. 🤮 Then he’s done! Wooo! I have felt as though I’ve lived through 10-th grade again with all the study help I’ve given Jack.

I hated Algebra, loved Geometry! Jack takes after me. Right brain!

So, I am currently mourning my 14-year-old, looking forward to another stellar cake tomorrow and realizing that I have to change my blog title. Which I will do right now. I’ll share the cake tomorrow as I always do. (Rowing theme!!)

I will leave you with this little exchange from a few minutes ago. Oy! Does anyone else out there get this from their teen??

And, Goodnight everyone!

Conversations, History

The way he memes

Just a few of Jack’s social posts to either give you a chuckle or cause you to worry about his deteriorating sense of humor. Mostly gross, sometimes inappropriate and occasionally mom has to say “remove that post” for so many reasons. He’s still learning.

The best meme I’ve heard is the ‘No one, not a soul” and then “insert random or funny here”. Not sure how it started but it’s catchy in the weird way that most things are when they are repeated a thousand times.

Hey, in the 80’s we used to say “he’s ranking on you’ instead of “he’s making fun of you”. And for us “jouins” (pronounces Jew-ins) meant someone was cute. “He’s such a jouins!!” And don’t even ask what a snoogie was back then. Ugh!!!

Our memes consisted of “I can has cheez burger.”

Things have progressed quite a bit… right??

……/.///

Jack: No one, not a single soul. YouTube recommends the 2018 best of compilation.

Jack: Do you smell popcorn?

Everyone: (holds breath)

Sighhh…

………………….

Mom meme:

No one. Not a single soul on God’s green Earth.

Mom: I could use another pair of boots.

🤨🤨💙💙

Conversations, Food, Subaru Confessions

Whatsitcalled?

Oh man if you’ve ever forgotten the name of something, someone or some place you can really feel for me in this post. I hate when you absolutely KNOW the word or name and you can just PICTURE it, but nope, the old noggin won’t comply with connecting those memory synapses or whatever they are and you sit slack jawed and dumb faced, simply unable to finish your conversation until you figure out that word!

Hate it.

Jack: Dad made the best chicken in the air fryer, it was soooo good!

me: What did he put on it?

Jack: Nothing.

me: No sauce?

Jack: Oh well there was this sauce of Dijon and mayo and lemon I think that he put on the side in these little cups. You know those little ones, what’re they called??

me: You mean those little baking glass dishes? The ones that start with a C?

Jack? C? No they’re like those little cups you know…

me: Hmmm, like what you put creme brûlée in? It’s like C something?

Jack: Sounds like eh at the end? Or something?

We had suddenly stopped caring about the chicken or the sauce. Only this damn little cup! What the heck! We sat and drove in silence. Dammit.

me: Ramekin!!!

Jack: Yeah that’s it!

me: Does not begin with a C hahahah!

Jack: We were so wrong…

And then we talked about the chicken again. Whew.