Middle of The Week

So I woke up this morning reflecting on the easy day yesterday was, which basically was as big a proof to me as any everything pretty much is all in our heads. Intend eezy-peezy you get eezy-peezy. But also I acknowledge that it was easier after I also realized that all this expectation I had about how people are supposed to act, how they are supposed to behave is also a sure way to invite unhappiness into one's life. I mean is it ok to expect the worst and be very pleasantly surprised? Or maybe try to get back to simpler times when all you gotta do is see your friends in school and run around and play. The countdown to the last day of school continued today with "I am extraordinary" day. Very cool that Johnnie wrote that he could do an hours worth of kung fu which makes him extraordinary. I don't think he realizes that he is great at math and that he is pretty advanced with his reading skills. But that's ok. He can draw pretty well and he is great at reproducing what he sees and make a story on paper. Look at the pic of him I posted where he is explaining to me about this creature that has extraordinary abilities. Interesting huh? You listen to Johnnie articulate and you have to be amazed sometimes. Heck I do still catch myself looking at old videos of him  a few years ago when he was 2 or 3 and I still smile at his antics. Laugh really. And then on the flipside of that he will also assert that he is Chinese and that his name is Johnnie Jinsong Chong. Interesting. I hope that doesn't turn into an identity issue later on. Yes he may be those things. But he is also Johnnie Mendoza. My son. That is what I will tug him towards. Always. And so I do another routine drop-off this morning and then I got caught up in meetings that lasted until almost 11 AM. First Eloisa again with the TownHall thing. I'm not so sure why she is so fixated on it. I believe in creating relationships too but creating relationships is a two-way street. I mean most times sheep just care about getting food  and reproducing. Basic stuff. I know Eloisa is trying to create a culture. And I believe she is better equipped at it than Barbara was. I'm trying to equate what she's doing to what Tom Gordon did at Cedars-Sinai. Different personality to be sure and maybe I'll also acknowledge that he might have focused on the Town Hall platform to weave a culture. We'll just have to see with our group at QueensCare. So today I finally got some free time after lunch time and I spent it catching up with my steps. Half aerobics indoors and then a walk outside to enjoy what turned into a nice breezy late spring day. Finally I started letting some of the decision-making I needed to do just cook and let my awareness catch up. I finally registered Johnnie for Penmar. Then waited for Lisa to give me a debit card for our joint account. <I would end up waiting until tomorrow LOL>. About staying at my apartment, I basically asked the Universe to simply give me a sign if it wasn't a good idea. Or if there was a better option. So far it is looking like I'm staying put. 

As for pick-up, Johnnie got his T-shirt to wear for Friday's last day of school. It was bigger than his regular size so I stuck it in the washer to shrink it some. I didn't care. I only did it because I thought Lisa might care. I looked back on entries from this time last year. There were no worries about summer camp or anything like that. We were all staying home. I was still able to keep Johnnie occupied mornings pretty much didn't I?  Sort of on the same schedule as he had when he was learning from home the first part of this school year. Of course back then I just wanted him to improve on his reading and writing. The math came pretty easily. Of course this year the difference is Claire. I did find it funny thinking that a year ago if you had told me I'd be taking a break in the middle of the day to walk and poop my dog I'm not so sure I would have liked the idea. Yet here I am doing that twice a day now. And of course this being Wednesday night, it's Claire's bath night. Look at our shaggy dog with his hair still moist running around trying to shake herself dry. This after Johnnie played with her so hard she actually pee'd on the floor. I got angry of course. Made Johnnie clean it up. Rubbed Claire's nose in her own pee.  And then got over my own over-reaction to explain to Johnnie that it was all about cleaning up when we make a mess that fixes everything. WE CLEAN UP OUR MESS is the message. Still the night sort of ended fairly uneventfully after that. And we're one day closer to the end of the week...