The Machine

Slowly getting the new group of 6th graders and the older kids I didn’t have last year acclimated to my way. Haven’t had anyone in days ask what I mean when told to, “go get your machine”, not has anyone corrected me saying, “it’s not a machine, it’s a Chromebook. ”

Last year I began to teach the kids to just humor me, I’m old, just go with the flow. I get the biggest kick when one of the yahoos use one of my old sayings…they really do listen! Now if they’d just start picking up on “flying under the radar”, it’s something my mother has told me kids for years…”just keep under the radar, you get in less trouble that way.” It’s funny how they are so surprised when they get in trouble doing something they’ve been told numerous times to not do or they’d get in trouble.

Not always an easy job, but working with those junior high kids really does brighten my day more often than not.

Until Again!

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Tuesday 5. February 2019

Cold and cloudy morning. Should be another inside recess day…that I can handle…the ol’ legs are defying me this morning…to many aches. Hoping for a productive day today.

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Thursday 10. March 2016 a.m.

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Slowly getting moving this morning…who the hell am I kidding…it’s always slow moving in the morning for this Old Lady…maybe if I learned to go to bed before 2 a.m. and could sleep for more than three or four hours at a time, but not holding my breath on that ever happening.  My favorite time of the day is late at night/the wee hours of the morning, such a peaceful time.

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The time of day I play the old shows Finn likes so much.  Kinda sad to say that I get such a kick watching my dog watch tv.  Something about the old black and white shows, shows with animals, the little bugger goes crazy barking and growling at the tv, jumping around like a Mexican Jumping Bean in front of the tv and running back and forth from the arm of the couch to the floor below the tv.  Yes, it’s a sad and pitiful life!  

This week I’ve been struggling dealing with the guys in my life…

First, really wish I could wrap my head around the way a 14 year old thinks!  Don’t know how many times this school year I’ve commented to my husband that I really wish I could get into a junior high aged boy’s mind….The Old Boy just laughs and doesn’t offer any insight.  The Boy just, is, well….GROSS!  Why?  

Is it really that hard to wash your face, brush your teeth and put on decent clothes every morning for school?  Seriously, the huffing and puffing about having to do the basic daily things in life. Getting the child to, oh, I don’t know, pick up the dirty clothes off his floor just once a week…next to impossible.  

This school year I’ve really come to feel like a failure as a boy mom.  I’ve been trying so hard to incorporate various things into our daily life that will strengthen him in mind, body and spirit, to teach him the importance of the basic day to day routines…so often I feel like a total and complete failure.  However, there are those occasional moments that make me feel like, wow…I’m getting through to him!  

Still, feel like raising a junior high aged girl was WAY easier than raising a junior high aged boy. Hope to get the hang of this boy thing at sometime in the near future…won’t hold my breath though.  

Then, my husband…LOVE him like no other, but there are times when I get so frustrated, as I’m sure he gets with me.  

Last weekend we were supposed to go to Guthrie, Oklahoma to the timed events at the Lazy E Arena, I’d mentioned it well before Christmas, we haven’t been in years and I was so excited about taking Bubba and going again.  Of course, as per usual, we weren’t able to find anyone to take care of horse chores, so it was a no go.  To tell the truth, don’t think The Old Boy looked too hard to find someone.  

I could have dealt with it better had a roping not come up that made me feel like he chose to not find someone to do chores so he could do something he would much rather do.  It wasn’t just a local roping, it was an out of state roping, he and his buddy left Friday afternoon and didn’t get home until late Sunday night.  BOOM!  Chore person for the weekend…right here!  

Spending the past almost 30 years with a cowboy, you’d think I’d be good with the routine of roping and rodeo coming first, most of the time I am…sometimes I’d like to come first.  I’d like to feel not guilty when I ask The Old Boy to cancel roping for something family related, which I seldom do.  Having grown up on a farm, one would think I’d be used to other things coming first.  Time for the fields to be put in, short window opening for getting the alfalfa down, baled and out of the field, ect.

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My husband is the typical header, there’s no changing him…to tell the truth, I wouldn’t want to. He’s all mine, pain in the ass and all…sometimes I just get frustrated.  Figure it’s pretty even, I can be a royal pain in the ass too!  I’m a Petersen, it’s a given!

Well crap…suppose it’s about time I get a few things done for the day…

Take Care!

Peace!

Nervous Mama

Okay, for about a month now I’ve been saying that it’s about time for the kiddos to go back to school…now that it’s here, starting to get some anxiety.  

Helicopter Mom be damned!

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Yesterday afternoon I took Bubba to his new school, my old school.  We walked through his schedule so he’d know where each room was and met most of his teachers.  One gal had enough time to chat with us that I was able to see and feel a change in him.  

Mrs. H. actually talked him into talking to the junior high football coach about the possibility of playing, called the coach and chatted on the phone with him.  He’s actually considering it!  So happy he’s at least thinking about it.  He’s gone back and forth between wanting to play and not wanting to play, think his not knowing how to play is what is holding him back and Mrs. H. and Coach were able to relay to him that he would be taught how to play, not just thrown in without knowing what to do as when he played league football a couple seasons ago.

He and Mrs. H. talked about reggae and playing guitar and her knowing people that we know and being able to have a conversation with her about people that both knew, I don’t know, he really relaxed and I felt a sense of happiness or something positive radiate off of him.  Bubba is good at hiding when he’s excited about or looking forward to things, he usually waits until he’s alone with me and then shows the excitement. 

We wound up being at the school for about an hour.  It was fun, just for myself, to be back in my old stomping grounds.  I’m excited that this school doesn’t run on ipads, the kids need to have notebooks and will be given actual text books to hold in their hands!  Bubba is going into 7th grade and I can’t recall him ever bringing a text book home and Kaet seldom ever did and didn’t in high school at all because everything was on the ipads.  There is a place for them, but I just don’t think they should be used for every class and for the kids to have access to them at all times.  But…that’s just my opinion.

Sending the boy off to a new school is so much easier with the fact that he knows at least a dozen kids at the school.  My brothers kids, six of them between the two, my niece is a high school football cheerleader.  Bubba has also always been the type of kid that makes friends very easily, don’t know what it is, but he seems to draw people to him, something Kirk and I have never understood.  It’s a smaller school, as he is used to.  When I was in high school, there were less than 200 kids in the high school, my class was the biggest class by a number of years on either side of us, right about 45 of us!  The town has grown a bit, but I don’t think there is too much of a change in amount of students.  

Actually, dad seems to be more nervous about sending Bubba to my old school.  When he first started working on our farm, he thought I was a stuck up snob before even getting to know me, he said it was solely because of the school I went to, we were known to be stuck up snobs.  Hell, every school has arrogant people, can’t escape that and just as well learn now to deal with people like that when you are young, makes it easier for dealing with them when they are older.  

The big thing is that Shorty is heading back to college, she starts on Monday.  Think that’s where most of my anxiety is coming from.  We’ve gotten so used to having her coming and going and being around most of the summer, now it’s time to get used to her being gone again.  

I’m actually really excited for her new year in college.  She’s really seemed to find herself over the past four or five months, has become more confident and level headed.  Looking forward to see what this year has to hold for her!  As a mom of a tit baby, I’m just happy to seeing her get back to not having mom and dad to lean on and maybe her friends getting her out to do some fun things.  Guessing she pry hasn’t gone out and about with friends 10 times this summer.  She’s 20, she really should be living life a little more!

Needless to say though, mama is starting to feel the anxiety tonight.  It’s time for a change in all our routines, we are all needing a shake up around here, and that’s a good thing!  

Peace!