I’m up, and I’m baking cookies. (Naturally!)
I had only three hours of sleep last night, and it was broken sleep at that. A certain feline was causing lots of mischief. *grumpy face* I gave up at 5:30am and got up for the day. Despite that, I attended a meeting at A.J.’s school, and I still met Jack for a lunch date at his school. I had a great time with “The Jack Pack!” (a term coined by A.J. for Jack and his friends), chatting with his new classmates over turkey and gravy. His friends really seem to love him, and that makes my heart swell!
While I was at Jack’s school, his old teacher flagged me down and gushed about my teacher gifts from last year. She wanted to order 30 cookies for her students for next week, so that’s what I’m baking now. With all the thunderstorms, it’s taking an extra day for the icing to dry and fully harden, so I’ll start doing the decorating tomorrow.
Meanwhile, A.J. has politely told me that he doesn’t really want me to come eat lunch with him anymore. “Mom, I think everyone would be staring at me.” I understand, as I suspected middle school would be too old to continue the tradition. Still, a little piece of my heart broke knowing how grown up he really has become. *sniffle*
In addition, A.J. has a middle school dance to attend next Friday night. I offered to teach him some moves, and the look on his face was one of pure horror! I told him I was just joking. He had been worried about not knowing how to dance, but I explained to him that most school dances were really more “stand-arounds” than dances. I slipped for a moment and actually quoted, “You can dance if you want to” (It’s Safety Dance!), and again he let me know his utter embarrassment. “Mom, I don’t think anyone else is going to know GLEE songs!”
Oh, my funny, funny serious-yet-still-silly preteen!
And so I have pictures. And pictures and pictures and pictures. I’ve weeded through and tossed a bunch, but there are still SO. MANY.
In the meantime, I also have birdies in my bedroom. Well, not technically in my bedroom, but the volume of their chirps sure seems like it! When I returned home from vacation, I was hanging clothes in my closet, and I paused… it sounded like there were birds in my wall. As the days have passed, the constant cheeping has grown in intensity, and I don’t think I’ve slept well since I’ve been home. They don’t even stop at night!
Philip climbed above our master bedroom deck, but he isn’t able to see or reach the birds, though he can tell where they are located: in an eave between the two houses. (By the way, “eave” looks very strange typed out. Hmmm.) We called housing about the issue, and they told us to call Arthropology or some-such. We’ve left messages for three days now with no return call, and after last night’s “sleep,” I decided it was okay for me to call their emergency line. I did, and someone will be out this afternoon.
Bless, I may have sleep tonight.
I have two cookie orders ahead of me. I’ll be baking tomorrow for a birthday party next Sunday, and then I’ll be baking again next week for a baby shower the following Sunday. I’m so happy to be back in my kitchen, creating new things. In addition, I picked up some visual aids to try and create new little designs on cookies, and I can’t wait to work on them!