Sunday Review, I haven’t done one in a while. And this sign just cracks me up.
The truth is…I should be getting ready for church right now. But I’m not. I’m just not feeling it today. I’m tired of being around people. Don’t get me wrong, I love God. And I love being around God. Being with God. But you can be with God anywhere. People, on the other hand, I get tired of people. And I’m really not into hearing a long story about what I’m doing wrong or how I’m a sinner or yada, yada, yada. Because you know what? I’m tired. And I’m doing the best that I can, thank you very much. And if it’s not good enough, well, tough.
Rye spent the night out last night and I think I’m just going to let Don sleep in and relax. Then we will spend the rest of the day planting bulbs etc. around the yard getting ready for Spring.
Rye is now a tiny bit over 6ft tall. As of yesterday he wears a size 14 shoe. Pretty big, I think, for 13 years old. Not so much, though, in the world of competitive sports. I’ll tell you, the world of sports and kids these days is quite a deal. I mean, you should see how wound into the whole thing the parents get. It’s incredible. And a bit creepy, to be honest. Parents at middle school games just yelling and screaming at each other, putting the kids on the other team down, encouraging the kids to be mean to each other. It really can bring out the ugly in people. Luckily Rye seems to enjoy the sports he plays now so that’s what really counts. He is having fun. And who knows how big he will eventually be. The growth charts predict 6′4″ – 6′5″. I guess we’ll just wait and see. We all get asked a lot how big he is, how old he is and how big he is supposed to get. Daily, it seems. Only time will tell over the next few years.
Rye is doing well with his homeschool schedule and we seem to have a found a good balance between academics, art, sports and social events. We went on a small trip this week and have some more bigger trips planned in the weeks to come so I’m looking forward to all of that. Life is good. I can’t complain.
And I guess that’s about it for now. Don just got up earlier than expected so I’ll have to finish my thoughts on everything else another time. We are off to buy plants and get to planting.
I hope whoever reads this has a nice Sunday!
5 Comments
I always enjoy reading blogs from the perspective of a bipolar child’s parents. See, I am bipolar and ADHD but went undiagnosed until I was 21 years old. I admire your bravery in homeschooling and seeking out psychiatric help with your sons mood disorder.
Thank you, Pink. Please chime in whenever you feel moved to and let us know your perspective now and how you saw things when you were younger.
I love it, “how big is he supposed to get?” What do they think he is, a Labrador?
You find middle school sports a little creepy? You havent been to many games. They are terrifying, I have seen fathers and mothers screaming at their kids to purposely inflict injury on opposing players, have seen rotund, beer bellied fathers just livid, shrieking at their sons, looking like they are about to blow an artery! I have been known to tell a few of those to get their fat a** out on the court and lets see THEM do what they are screaming at their 11 year old to do.
Too funny. And so true.
I’m so glad that you found a groove of good stuff, that’s so cool that you are homeschooling, very impressive!