Each is unique and each feels they need to keep me tied up in knots in their own special way.
7:00 am ~ I got to work, checked my email and Daughters grades are here. Not so flattering. That feeling I got earlier in the week when she said "no homework tonight, I did it at school"... I shoulda listened.
9:00 am ~ School calls. Apparently Son punched some kid on the school bus this morning because the kid called him a baby. Not good. I'm a little conflicted at this point. I dont want him to be picked on, but yet, I dont want him to be a bully either. How about let's just sit quietly with our hands in our laps all the way to school? When you get home you can hit your sister. Geeze!
11:00 am ~ Grown Daughter calls. From the airport. She's catching a plane to Washington to see her army boyfriend. You have got to be kidding me. No ride, no plans, no money, just winging it. Before I quit reeling from that, Husband steps in to tell me they're probably getting married before he ships out to Iraq. This can not be. Problem is, they both think their military salary will double if they marry - never mind they might never see each other deployed to different parts of the world.
WHAT EVER.
Excedrine. Need more.
