Feeling Frazzled, Loving My Boys and REALLY Looking Forward to Ray Wylie Hubbard

I feel frazzled and frustrated today.  The boys had dr. appointments and weall went but I came away feeling uneasy about the quick labeling that seems totake place.  I’m not saying thelabels are wrong but….I don’t know. I guess that’s it. Sometimes I just do not freaking know.  Times like this I really miss my sister Judi…..this issomething we had talked about in the past and I really wanted to talk to hertoday.  But suffice to say my boysare wonderful and it’s nice to have other people agree with THAT assessment!

Mother’s Day was good. The day before Mother’s Day? Not so much.  I didn’texpect the first Mother’s Day without a mother to bother me so much but I mustadmit it did.  Mother’s Day itselfwas very nice however.  We all wentout for a greasy coffeeshop kind of breakfast.  Leo was highly opposed initially, for as he insisted, “I don’tlike pancakes in the MORNING.” Sigh.  I growlingly askedhim WHAT day it was and he rallied. He really did, he turned it around which isn’t the easiest thing to dofor him and we all went to breakfast and had a good time.  He only had a few bites of pancakes butOwen agreed with him on the pancakes and given that Owen then ate a side orderof bacon, five pieces of toast and drank some chocolate milk….well, if thepancakes had been good he would have devoured those as well.  I fear their father has spoiled themwith his homemade pancakes.  Sowhat’s the best local place for pancakes people?  Please weigh in.

Ray Wylie Hubbard tonight and I think he’s EXACTLY what Ineed.

 

 
Owen is VERY proud of the new D-Day book he got at the used book store the other day.  He insisted on bringing it to breakfast and when it came time to order (something he normally loves to do) he told me he was too busy reading and that I would have to do it.....  When I told him that the book looked pretty grown up for him he looked at me with disgust and said, "MOM, come ON, I've read  Harry Potter and it's even thicker."  I couldn't argue so we bought him Stephen Ambrose's book on D-Day.  God I love those boys.
 
 
Poppies in my mothers' yard.  She loved her poppies.