Help Wanted

I am having a dilemma. Harris seems to have a lot of anxiety...no surprise. He is, after all, my child. But a great amount of this anxiety seems to be centered around P.E. His Coach is an uptight disciplinarian who loves to hear himself yell and while he never singles Harris out, Harris still gets yelled at on a group scale every Monday, Tuesday and Friday. Add to this the fact that his physical limitations are becoming more and more apparent the older he and his classmates get. For example, most first graders can't hula hoop so he didn't stick out like a sore thumb. But in second grade, most of the kids are able to do this and a whole lot of others things (jump roping to name another) that he cannot. I think this adds to his stress levels about P.E.
Now, we all had some yacko for a gym teacher with coach shorts pulled up so high we wondered if that couldn't be contributing to his foul mood (mine was a certain Mr. McNabb who I lovingly nicknamed Mr McNadds as an adult.) And I want Harris to learn to adapt and do all that he is able, even when it is hard and causes him to stretch a little...or a lot. But this is becoming an ordeal if you will. He cries about it no less than four times a day EVERYDAY! He loses sleep and has asked for two blessings. I already had the school nurse who is a good friend of mine and Harris' self-appointed voice up at the school go talk to Coach Hall for me. Coach Hall says that Harris seems fine in P.E. and someone must be putting ideas in his head. Yeah, he really said that! So now I'm trying to decide what to do next.

I thought I'd poll the network of incredible friends who I rub elbows with in blog land. Do you think I should:

1) Go have a talk with Coach Hall myself.

2) Request he opt out of P.E. all together. He could attend Art and Music which he loves in its place. And besides, he gets exercise via his bike and weekly aquatic therapy.

3) Request he be a special helper in P.E. who can count off jumping jacks and time things rather than have to struggle to keep up with the physical stuff.

4) Leave it alone..this too shall pass.

Taking Stock

I realize I use this blog as a journal and most of my journals end up filled with lists of to-do's and have-done's so this is turning out to be no different. This is kinda boring so I apologize. I gotta review the craziness of lately.

I finished that gosh-foraken re-charter. Scouts has got to be the refiner's fire of callings...and this is just Cubs, people! (And don't tell the Bishop or EQ president I said that.) Pack meeting is checked off the list. It was perhaps not a success (I can never tell and don't wish to think about it for even half a second once it is over) but it's the best I got and will have to do.

Ethan's sprained ankle seems to be healing. So yay for the fact that this isn't gonna be that one time I don't take him in to the doctor and he has to hobble around on a broken ankle til' my mom or somebody intervenes! His science project has also been turned in. Faith's is due in a few more days. Harris is going through a phase where he cries about absolutely everything. I. mean. everything. I worry cuz for Spring Break my mom wants to take him and Luke to Alabama with her to visit family and I think a super-cry-y kid is a real buzz-kill. We shall see.

I am so glad today is over. I will be having at least of one each of the following tomorrow:

A nap

A twinkie

A true-crime-a-thon

Goodnight peeps.

Oh, let me dig up a picture. Oh yes, here we are.

Scout recharter
plus
Ethan's science fair project
plus
pack meeting
plus
an injured cat
plus
an injured son (hopefully just a sprained ankle)
plus
husband out of town...still!
equals
I wanna pull my hair out.

Proof you have ADD:

Instead of working on the room you and your spouse have designated as the current room being "fixed up", you are painting quotes above your fireplace in the middle of the night.

Well, the main reason for this little detour on our home improvements is that Jared is out of town and he would kill me for trying to do this...he painted that brick with about a million coats as per my request. He had wanted to put slate over it and I protested. So now he will just love love love to see this little surprise when he gets home from Detroit on Sunday night.

FYI:

I found this quote on Etsy (it was vinyl stick-on letters) and thought it would go perfect with my sailboat pics I got at the thrift store for $4.00 each. But I didn't want to pay the $35.oo plus shipping to buy it so I printed the quote and painted right on the brick with cheap, black craft paint. Jared should love my thrifty-nis, but he's still gonna kill me.