It's hard to believe my handsome little boy is now 11!! How did that happen? The years have just flown by, light speed really. My little Biel is now in 6th grade. He was soooo nervous to go to 6th grade (which is middle school) and in all honestly I felt as though I was sending my lamb to the wolves. However, with nearly 3.5 weeks into the school year already my little dude is loving 6th grade and has been heard stating on more than one occasion "I just love 6th grade, it makes me feel so responsible and professional". I am thrilled he is having a positive experience.
As is tradition in our home the boys get donuts and breakfast in bed on their birthdays. Up until this year I haven't had to be at school for 7:45am with 4 boys completely ready for the day in tow. So this year was a bit stressful. I drove up to Maceys at 6:15am to get some donuts...sadly they hadn't even cooked them yet. I called hubby at home and asked him to look up phone numbers of additional grocery stores that may have 6:15am donuts. I finally located one and rushed to fill my order.
Once home with the "loot" of donuts I rushed about to make a suitable "breakfast in bed" tray for my sweet 11 year old, while simultaneously chiming the other boys to "get ready right now!".
And then came the sad moment of the day... while we brought down the breakfast in bed tray to Biel I had to venture into the "downstairs" where the boys sleep and play. The disarray that assaulted my senses was unwelcomed and instantly launched me into a bad mood as I sang "happy birthday to you..." through a clenched jaw.
I tried to push it out of my mind but felt so taken for granted and sad that my boys would show such little respect for the laundry I folded for them or our home in general...I sort of forgot that they after all are "little boys". On the way to school I was bombarded with apologies and promises of change to which I replied "I don't want promises, I only want actions". I explained that they were to not participate in any electronics for the rest of the week (4 days) and that should be sufficient time for them to live, sleep and function in their rooms and prove to their parents that they can reside in our home and still be responsible.
I feel badly that I was not able to overcome this "bleep in the radar" and could have potentially ruined my sweet boy's birthday. I made up for it by decorating his locker at school for which he was completely excited and became very popular for the day.
Our little Biel also joined the cross country running team the week of his birthday. He is a whole head shorter than many of the 7th and 8th graders but notwithstanding that he amazed me with his 15min 44sec 2 mile run beating all the 7th and 8th graders. Who new someone so speedy could come from a body with slow and stumpy legs like mine? I guess miracles do exist, now maybe if we could only experience a miracle for keeping the downstairs perpetually clean.
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