Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Mom household.
I-daughter, N-son and I got to spend much longer in airports on the trip home from our family vacation than we'd originally planned. But I convinced the kids to play "Be the Most Cheerful Person in the airport" (when the people in front of you start grumbling and ranting because you have to get off the plane that you just got on, because the air-conditioner unit is making terrible noise, you think, "Okay, I win!" and try to find more pleasant things to think about). I-daughter is particularly adept at this; she carries her knitting with her everywhere, and even got to give lessons to a curious young person.
Later in the week, we had our annual dOnnOr. J-son came over, and it was good for the soul to see he's doing so well. At least for now, he's preparing for his senior year of high school, and he says he's started to go back to his boxing gym, both to box and to earn money. His host mom bought him the cell phone he's been mooning over; there is a difference between her and me. Truth.
N-son has had a calm week with no school (although senior year looms on the horizon). He's walked Prewash a bunch, moved his bedroom into a new room that went vacant when we moved the dog crate out of there, gone to K-daughter's job at a local gym, and even filled out a job application with the child watch group there.
My husband got to go to several protests this week -- both the Tuesdays with Toomey and also a march with 2,000 of his closest friends in Philadelphia to protest White Supremacy. It's been a good week to remind ourselves that we ought to take active pride in our nation's racial, ethnic, and cultural diversity.
Me, I've been mostly throwing myself into book revisions and into getting ready for my own upcoming school year. But I've also been trying to get in shape for the Miser Mom Half Marathon, and this week I did 20 push-ups! Whoop!
And that's the news from the Miser Family, which continues to be prosperous in adventures. May you and yours be similarly blessed.
Later in the week, we had our annual dOnnOr. J-son came over, and it was good for the soul to see he's doing so well. At least for now, he's preparing for his senior year of high school, and he says he's started to go back to his boxing gym, both to box and to earn money. His host mom bought him the cell phone he's been mooning over; there is a difference between her and me. Truth.
N-son has had a calm week with no school (although senior year looms on the horizon). He's walked Prewash a bunch, moved his bedroom into a new room that went vacant when we moved the dog crate out of there, gone to K-daughter's job at a local gym, and even filled out a job application with the child watch group there.
My husband got to go to several protests this week -- both the Tuesdays with Toomey and also a march with 2,000 of his closest friends in Philadelphia to protest White Supremacy. It's been a good week to remind ourselves that we ought to take active pride in our nation's racial, ethnic, and cultural diversity.
Me, I've been mostly throwing myself into book revisions and into getting ready for my own upcoming school year. But I've also been trying to get in shape for the Miser Mom Half Marathon, and this week I did 20 push-ups! Whoop!
And that's the news from the Miser Family, which continues to be prosperous in adventures. May you and yours be similarly blessed.
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