phlegm as a food group
Teresa and I are almost over our severe colds/flu of last week. She was off work for two days, and it was definitely the sickest we'd been all winter. It's hard when we're both ill at the same time. We were trying to keep The Boy away from us too, because this week he had his Michigan Merit Exams, the last and biggest standardized test of his secondary school career. It sucked, but now we're down to just the lingering, annoying end game of sniffles and occasional coughs. Bleah.
The Boy has finally decided his experiment with long black hair was a failure, and is planning to get it cut and let it go back to the original blonde. Teresa and I are glad, because frankly it looks like crap. Patrick just doesn't have the patience to mess with long hair in the morning. He also won't let us give him hair advice because of course we're the dippy parents -- what could we possibly know? -- and he doesn't have any friends who know anything about hair either. Anyone who's hair he envies and wants to emulate, he is too chicken to ask them anything about it. This is what happens when you're raised by social hermits... teenage social anxiety issues.
Teresa is still working on her O.T.O. interest. She's been corresponding with one of the members of the Detroit lodge, one of the speakers from Convocation. His wife is a member of the lodge too, which is definitely a positive for me. One of the reasons I remain interested in our coven is that the majority of the group is made up of married or otherwise committed couples. At this point, for me, I like that our primary social contacts are largely couples. It's a different dynamic when interacting with couples instead of various uncommitted singles, especially in religious work but in other areas too. I expect this to become even more important for us in the next couple years as Patrick starts his life beyond our house. Teresa and I will be faced with the identity change of being a "family" to being just us, something we'll uniquely never have had in our relationship of 17 years at that point.
The Boy has finally decided his experiment with long black hair was a failure, and is planning to get it cut and let it go back to the original blonde. Teresa and I are glad, because frankly it looks like crap. Patrick just doesn't have the patience to mess with long hair in the morning. He also won't let us give him hair advice because of course we're the dippy parents -- what could we possibly know? -- and he doesn't have any friends who know anything about hair either. Anyone who's hair he envies and wants to emulate, he is too chicken to ask them anything about it. This is what happens when you're raised by social hermits... teenage social anxiety issues.
Teresa is still working on her O.T.O. interest. She's been corresponding with one of the members of the Detroit lodge, one of the speakers from Convocation. His wife is a member of the lodge too, which is definitely a positive for me. One of the reasons I remain interested in our coven is that the majority of the group is made up of married or otherwise committed couples. At this point, for me, I like that our primary social contacts are largely couples. It's a different dynamic when interacting with couples instead of various uncommitted singles, especially in religious work but in other areas too. I expect this to become even more important for us in the next couple years as Patrick starts his life beyond our house. Teresa and I will be faced with the identity change of being a "family" to being just us, something we'll uniquely never have had in our relationship of 17 years at that point.