SO Happy

*I started my period. That helps everything. Totally not being sarcastic. My PMS on edge feeling goes away the second, to be blunt, the blood flows. Heavy as all get out. Guess I'm going to have to get used to that now.

*Dropped head chair of chess club. So, so, SO relieved, and SO happy I did. Once I stepped down,  the lady who had been chair previously and I were able to divvy up the duties according to our strengths. Even though I'd previously asked her to deal with her mistake, I still found myself communicating with another mistake that hadn't been taken care of.  Instead of our activities being redundant, because, one, she is so fantastic at dealing with parents. I, on the other hand, take an hour to write an email to a parent because I'm so concerned about what their reaction might be. She will write the email in five minutes, send the email, and forget about the email. All while writing her dissertation and being a director at a university (another supermom. These ladies, I tell ya, are amazing). Perfect, because I like to organize on the back end, take care of sign in, etc. Today I picked up forms, created three spreadsheets, and returned a few emails from other PTA board members. Perfect.

*Consequently, the wall between Brando and I has been dropped. I don't have other parents' reactions on my mind 24/7. I can handle working with other people who have similar goals, it's when I have to deal with people who are in the game for themselves where I get overwhelmed saying what has to be said. Yayyyyyyyyy!!!!!

*Justinbustin had another b*y sc*ut c*urt of honor tonight. Earned an Eagle b*dge and another b*dge. Saw him sitting with the older scouts for the first time. That was strangely neat.

*Speaking of Justinbustin, I lectured/"parented" him eye-to-eye the other day for the first time. I had to stop and laugh in the middle of sternly telling him whatever I was telling him, and comment on the eye-to-eye factor. He laughed realizing exactly what I was talking about. Then I warned him I'm going to have to kick him in the balls like Aunt Windy did with her sons if he messes off. We were both laughing too hard by then to continue what we were even talking about in the first place.

*Shawners is a BALL of energy lately bouncing from side to side and up and down. Even when the rest of us are cranky he's still singing songs and making up stories in the backseat. The whole event is adorable and I feel awful asking him to be quiet because we just. need. quiet. Especially when he starts to sing quietly instead. Adorableness. Can't believe he's in fifth grade. My last year of elementary school unless we have another. Craziness. Can't believe he'll be a sixth grader next year. Thinking about such actually hurts my brain.

*Off to spend time with my handsome man whom I'm not pushing away anymore...