I think I forgot to say that JJ’s birthday was last Wednesday. He is now SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD. I am not sure how that happened. Just yesterday he was a baby in my arms.
Last night my friend and I taught the two on-line Hebrew classes that we are taking over while our teacher/friend goes through a difficult time in her life. We reviewed foundational information with the classes so we could make sure they understand it before we move on. Even though my friend and I both feel more comfortable one-on-one than in a group, I think the classes went pretty well.
The weather has been gorgeous lately–sunny with temperatures in the 70s. This is more like June weather, NOT March.
Yesterday EJ and I bought a treadmill at Sears as EJs birthday present. We were amazed at all the functions now available on treadmills. Their instrument panels are like starship controls in Star Trek. Since EJ’s doctor had told him not to use any incline on a treadmill because it could hurt his back, and because we didn’t want a huge treadmill that would take up a lot of space, we just bought one of the smaller ones with fewer options.
I don’t have writer’s block because I don’t have enough to write about. I have writer’s block because I have too much to write about, and I don’t know how to write it.
It’s Tuesday already?!!!!!
EJ has been working 12 hour shifts this week. His normal shift is from 3 p.m. until 11 p.m., but this week he has been working from 6 p.m. until 6 am. It’s strange having him home for most of the day, although he’s not awake through most of it. A change in hours is always a difficult adjustment, and he has been very tired.
I wrote about Gloomy Gus and his strong will in my last post. I actually think that it’s very difficult to be a teenager–strong-willed or not–because they are in a transition time in which they aren’t a child but not yet an adult, reaching for adulthood but still holding on to childhood things, knowing more about life but they haven’t really experienced it yet. It’s hard for parents too, letting go of their little baby. As a Mom, sometimes I want to strangle my son, but most of time I enjoy him immensely.
Anyway, I got to thinking about what I love about my family today.