Even though I had two brothers growing up and have been married twice, the male mind remains a complete mystery to me. This holds true in the case of my 12 year old son as well. The biggest mystery so far, what IS that smell coming from his room?? I entered today, unwillingly, to locate some folders he told me had. The result? I found the folders, and so much more. The mess, the dirty laundry, and of course, the smell.In order to go in and repair the damage, I have to burn incense to make it even tolerable. Is it possible that something died underneath our manufactured house directly under his room?
The folders are for the beginning of another semester. My syllabi are downloaded, my first round of books are on their way, and I suppose so am I. The next week includes the baking of a sheet cake for Lacey's choral booster club dinner, selling tickets to it, and Joe's football practice starts. I do so love fall.
On a larger scale, the economy is falling apart. I predict that soon stores like Victoria Secret and Yankee Candle will begin to struggle as the 99% of the population that is not wealthy is now being absorbed into one class, the lower one. And the lower class, the impoverished, can not afford such luxuries. The sooner we all come together, the sooner we can begin the overhaul that is necessary to reboot our system. But today, the only battle I feel empowered enough to tackle is the grocery store and a son's room.
