Mother's Day Random

Happy Mother's Day to those who celebrate.

I'm not saying I don't celebrate, but I also really don't care one way or t'other. I find having low (read: realistic) expectations helps keep it a pleasant day. So I suspect tomorrow will be much the same as any other Sunday: church, lunch with the fam and my Dad thereafter, and a lazy afternoon. Really, there's not much (anything?) to complain about there.

I may try to see if the boys will consent to a board or card game or two rather than disappearing for the afternoon. It being Mother's Day and all. We shall see. I have a veerrrrry low tolerance for heavy sighs and resigned participation. It's not that I expect them to jump for joy whilst screaming "Yay!" but I would love them to at least keep their feeling that it's torturous on the inside.

That may not be realistic given they're teens.

There's a new pope. (Should that be capitalized? Probably?) Not being Catholic, I have very few feelings on the matter, although I do hope that this one stays truer to the actual Bible rather than the way the culture feels the Bible ought to be. But then, I feel that way about any leader of any church claiming to represent Christ. Some do better than others. Which seems to be as it has always been and as it's likely to always be until Christ returns and calls believers home.

The bird continues to provide more joy than is reasonable. I think she needs a friend. Hubs just laughs at me. But really. Doesn't everyone need a friend? Sleepy Pup the first is sloooowly starting to realize that he needs to stop staring at her cage as if he might get a chance to eat her someday. Sleepy pup the second couldn't possibly care less about her. He was raised on a farm with chickens and other animals, so he just kind of glance over now and then with a very canine shrug. Apparently nurture, in this case, can override nature.

Eldest has finished 11th grade. It's his first complete dual enrollment year, so he's half-way to his Associates. He's a solid B student because he puts in very little effort. When I mentioned that once his final grades are in, we can send in his transcript and he can finish his application to his top choice school, his eyes went wide and he said, "Wait. I don't send in my senior one?" 

"No." Says I.

"If I'd known that, I would have worked harder." Says he.

I had to leave the room. He did know that. I know I told him many times. His father told him many times. I believe his response was along the lines of, "I'm never going to be someone who prioritizes school over friends."

And like, that's a choice I guess. But it's now coming home to roost. I suspect he'll still get in (at least I certainly hope so), but there's a lot of face palming that I do in private. Because dude. Flip side, maybe he'll get serious about actually doing the ACT prep that I keep trying to send him.

Youngest is, essentially, finished with his school. We've done his end of year testing and are just finishing up our history book. But I'm going to have him read and do an AI math tutor over the summer. He actually enjoys the math tutor (it was developed at SpaceX) so it's more like playing to him. If it finally drills into his brain some of the things I've been trying to get him to memorize, I'm for it.

That's probably enough random for the day. I'm meant to be writing while I have an empty house (the boys are off at a Trail Life project and I'm unsure when they'll be home. But probably before I'm ready for it.) So I should get off and do something more productive than this.