lauren loves apples

I have been chugging home made ayurvedic smoothies… almonds dates milk honey, oh and some frozen peaches and strawberries and the odd blob of yogurt. Almonds and dates especially are good for sick people. Well, for me anyway. I’m a big fan of the placebo effect, if nothing else.

So I had a little left in the fridge and took it out to swig while I made the guys some melty ham and cheesey wraps. And my youngest looked at my glass of smoothie and said “Can I have a taste?” and I said “no, I have a sore throat, don’t drink after me.”

Mainly I didn’t want to share, so guilty of being stingy, I felt I had to come up with something good. I made a face and “Anyway,” I said “It tastes a little like old bananas.”

“Old men?” he asked, and nodded. He seemed perfectly satisfied with that as a reason he wouldn’t like the taste. I realized he didn’t hear what I really said, so I said, “no, old bananas,” and made my face. Again.

So as I finished up cooking the wraps and my beverage, I thought about that. Obviously I’ve been trying to apply some kind of teacherly behavior to my interaction with the boy. But mostly I wondered what he’d come up with!

“What exactly do old men smoothies taste like, Mr. C?” I asked.

He looked a little thoughtful and replied, “Oh, you know, green stuff, ear wax, and pimples.”

In other news, I finished Chapter 6 – having spent all day on it. I have possibly renounced my ADHD self-and-other-experts-diagnosis with the even more accurate and psychiatrist diagnosed LD … the Chapter was on Learners with Learning Disabilities and it’s childhood-me to a tee… spacey, makes people uncomfortable, (as in, behaves in bizarre, “I think I’m a pony, so I’ll gallop around the bases and toss my mane while we play kickball, that’ll teach you to pick me last,” ways) social-emotional problems, completely devoid of self regulation, learned helplessness, memory problems,  inattentive if I’m not really interested or you aren’t teaching reading, blah de blah de blah. Oh. Meh. Gawd. That poor child.

So what. I failed math for 12 years. It took till I was 30 to stand on my own two feet socially. I’m still here.

I wrote a post this afternoon on the last little droplet of battery acid… and it promptly closed the whole world down the second I thought I had clicked “save” or whatever. Just goes to show ya. On a lighter note I wore my pink boots to school today since it was raining and pouring and really I felt like snoring thru the morning. But schlepped the children and myself to school, promptly at our appointed hours.

And class was cancelled. I’ve been feeling peaked myself so I did not at all begrudge Mrs. L.  her untimely (and incredibly convenient) illness. I was then able to continue to “memorize” my 2 minute talk in Dr. C’s class. Which I swear to you was a 2 minute talk till I forgotted like 38 seconds of it. Seriously. The boys and I typed it up and recorded me on the web cam, and somewhat also recorded them on the webcam. I wish I knew where it saved those videos, because they’re probably pretty cute. The O’boyzies would hand me stuff to use. “Here mom, you should hold up the ball of yarn, here, the crochet hook” and I had I swear to you, one minute fifty beautiful seconds of it. Which I seem to have blacked out for, I heard myself babbling about how fabulous a fad Amigurumi was in Japan, and not including anything about how I make my own patterns for the little stuffed animals because I know all the stitches, whatever. I’m excited to see what grade I got. If I missed a point for going under a minute fifty, maybe I got a point for never ever saying Uuummm…

The rain this morning surprised me. I dragged my butt out the door and the little boys frolicked about and cavorted round the driveway in the rain till I got the garage door open. Little bit slippery in the rain. I didn’t think it was that bad till I walked out in it. So I of course decided to don complete rain gear. Galoshes and a rain jacket. Which guaranteed I’d be sweltering all day but hey, who doesn’t feel cheery in pink boots. Oh and lots of caffeinated goodness. And ibuprofin. Yeah I was in a great mood today. Don’t forget pain and misery are optional.