February 19, 2015

On the way to school, the kids were talking about school “stuff” and Maggie talked about getting to feed the school chickens for a couple of weeks.  I asked Ethan when he did that and he replied he never had as they just started it this year.  I felt bad for him – so did Maggie.  It has never been Ethan’s class that won the party or got the best ___ to get a pizza lunch, so Maggie and I decided we are going to plan an Ethan day.  Make the day all about Ethan and celebrate him.

Thursdays are group days for me:  group at work and group at my site.  After school I headed to pick the kids up and, because we needed to get a lot of stuff done quickly, I had promised burritos after school.  The cook there knows me and wanted to go out with me, since his wife lives in Mexico and it has been some time since he’s seen her.  Unfortunately, he doesn’t speak English, and I don’t speak Spanish, nor am I attracted to gold teeth.  Talk about uncomfortable.  I didn’t go back for half a year after that.  On the way home, Ethan said, “I wish I could eat my burrito,” which I immediately turned into a song to the tune of “Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina.”  I really should have made my way to Broadway.

Off to my practicum group.  I knew Jen would be late, but oddly enough, so was just about everyone else.  It was an excellent group which included a lot of information, so Jen ran the whole group.  I’ll do it again next week.  

At home, I spent some time with Ethan and his rough draft paper.  I had told him he needed to prove a lot if he wanted to spend the night at his friend’s house.  He filled up an entire page, single space.  I was very proud of him.  Then the hammer fell.

I told both kids rules were changing and their cell phones/etc needs to be in my room at night to charge.  I wish I’d had tonight’s group last week so I could have started this Monday when Ethan got his phone.  Maggie was very compliant, immediately giving me her phone.  Ethan, not so much, but that’s ok, I got it, anyway.   I’m not his friend, I’m his mother.

Pictures:  Worn leather weightlifting belts; Sunset glows on the trees.