Monday, July 28, 2008

"The Sensitive One..."

In conversation last evening, the point was made that I've always been "the sensitive one". I can't deny it. My feathers are easily ruffled, my feelings get hurt, my psyche gets bruised, easily. Too easily probably. Because I'm aware of it, I have to filter everything through this lens. For example, when we invite 50 people to a swim party for cookie's birthday, and 20 of them don't rsvp, am I being overly sensitive when I get angry? When my sis and her hubbie, who live 3 hours away, drive to within 3 miles of my house to party and don't even bother to give me a call, am I wrong to think that maybe I'm not as relevant to them as they are to me? I think an argument can be made that I have a right to be a bit upset, but probably not to the extent that I take it. Of course, etiquette and good taste are on my side, but that's cold comfort.


Cookie's baseball season has ended. The team went 0-2 in their final tournament, and looked like a bunch of guys who were tired of baseball as they did it. Cookie proved that he belonged, as he reached base once and smoked a liner right at the 2nd baseman in another at bat, while playing stellar left field, a position he hadn't played all season. Football practice starts tonight. Yippee!



Zachary has earned his Green Belt in HRD, and spent the last week at Camp Drake, with the boy scouts. He's growing up, showing a level of maturity and sophistication that was sorely missing 6 months ago. Of course, he's 12, so he can still be dorky, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've seen the prematurely mature thing up close, and it's ugly.
Tommie Anne taught herself to swim...yesterday. Thursday, she refused to get in the pool without a floaty...today she swam under water from one side of the pool to the other. Without prompting, or coaching, or help. Wierd, yet very cool.