Reunited, And It Feels So Good…

Jen of Sprite’s Keeper has brought back The Spin Cycle!  Can you give me a halleluiah?

C’mon, y’all – repeat after me:  “Halleluiah!”  After a six month hiatus, this is truly a momentous occasion, and I could not be more thrilled.

Then again, the subject matter is “reunions” and I had to think about what to write about.  Hmmm…

I could write about how my 30 year high school reunion is this summer, but since I haven’t heard anything about it…nope.

I considered writing about being reunited with my health (I’ve started losing weight again – yay!) – feeling crappy used to be the norm, and days of well-being were few and far between; now the opposite is true.  However, since the last day or two have been “crappy” days…nope (add FD&C Yellow #5 to the ever-growing list of “Things That Make Jan Feel Like Shit”, along with MSG, aspartame, gluten and casein from cow’s milk).

I thought about talking about having all of the kids up for a week this summer, sort of a mini family reunion, but since we haven’t quite worked out the details…nope.

I thought about squealing over the fact that we’ll be reunited with a certain adorable grandson over the Memorial Day weekend, but since you’ll see more pictures of that than you probably care to next week…nope.

So I’ll talk about reuniting The Young One with his lunch.

While long-time readers are familiar with my immediate family, I’m sure most of my newer readers (and there are quite a few of you) are blissfully in the dark.  You’ve seen me mention my husband, Beloved, quite often (and seen his comments, under the “Be” moniker) as well as The Young One, my 16-year-old son.  However, there are four other adult children in this mix – Oldest Son (28), Darling Daughter (24), Jolly (22, and mother of that adorable grandson) and Miss J (19), all of whom we are grateful live on their own, scattered over three states (Texas, Nevada and Ohio).  Since The Young One is the only chick left in the nest, I’m afraid he gets most of the Blog Notoriety.  He’s a pretty good sport about it.

He’s also the one kid that has been most affected by our change in diet.  He’s been a good sport about that, too, since there are no longer sodas, cookies, chips, candy, cereal, Pop Tarts, Hostess cupcakes, Twinkies, et al in our home.  Okay, there were rarely Hostess cupcakes or Twinkies here in the first place,  but that’s beside the point.  Junk took a hike, and the poor kid has been reduced to cheese sticks and (natural) peanut butter (no soy or HFCS) toast for after school snacks.

He also has ceased to buy his lunch at school, which was no hardship on him since most school cafeteria food is atrocious and he’s been horribly spoiled at home.  He also does not make his lunch – we’ve tried that route, and when lunch was left up to him he’d slap a single shred of ham between two slices of bread and call it good (if he feels ambitious, he’ll throw a cheese stick into the mix).  So I get up at a perfectly ridiculous hour every morning and make sure he has breakfast and make his lunch, which usually consists of a sandwich on that soy-and-HFCS-free bread and includes minimally processed, nitrate-free lunch meat and cheese – raw milk and grass fed, if I can get it – a piece of fruit (usually an apple, banana or some grapes), a cheese stick, some baby carrots or celery stuffed with peanut butter and, lately, a handful of dry-roasted cashews.  Once in awhile, he’ll take a leftover burger or I’ll make his sandwich with leftover roast, if we have it.  Once in a couple of blue moons I’ll make popcorn and put it in there as a treat, but not very often because if Mom makes popcorn, Mom eats popcorn and we’re simply not having any of that.

Anyhoo – all in all, it’s a pretty good lunch, especially for someone as picky as this kid.  Nutritious and filling.

When he remembers to take it with him.

The lady who mans (womans?) the desk just inside the high school entrance, welcoming visitors and directing hapless parents, recognizes me on the spot.  I don’t even have to tell her who the lunch goes to anymore.  Oh, once in awhile I’ll throw her a curve ball and hand her a calculator, or folder, or a permission form, or homework assignment that the dog most decidedly did not eat, but the vast majority of the time it’s that brown paper bag.

Yesterday, however, I never made it to the lady at the desk at all, because whom should I spy, wandering aimlessly around the foyer and clutching a wrinkled, soiled, slightly odoriferous and somewhat larger bag, but the fruit of my loins.  I walked over to him and held out the bag I was carrying.

“Forget something?” I asked.

“Oh…yeah.  Thanks, Mom.”

“Young One, what are you doing out here?”

“Taking my gym clothes back to my locker.”

“Why are you taking your gym clothes back to your locker?”

“Because I don’t have gym today.”

“Why don’t you have gym today?”

“Because they’re doing some senior testing thing in they gym this morning.”

Now, granted, he has gym first period and the kid is never fully awake and functioning until at least 10:00 a.m. (why they start school at 7:25 a.m. is beyond me), but I can guarantee you the P.E. Powers That Be reminded him there would be no gym Monday morning every day last week.  I just sighed, handed him his lunch and pointed him in the general direction of his locker.

I will be ever so relieved when he leaves the teen years behind and reunites with his brain.

22 thoughts on “Reunited, And It Feels So Good…”

  1. Some mornings I am genuinely surprised he has pants on when he leaves. As you know, it is just something about that age.

    But the coolest thing about that was that he was roaming the halls, and maybe considering skipping a class sometime, and the ever present Mom shows up! The best part of nabbing kids like that (and it has happened with all the others except Teflon Girl ), is that they bring it on themselves. Brahahaha – parenthood can be so much fun!


    1. Well, he and Teflon Girl sort of balance each other out – she never got caught and he never gets away with anything. Kid doesn’t have a disingenuous bone in his body.

  2. That reuniting things seems to take until they are in their 20s. At least for boys. If I make popcorn it is for the dogs. They love it. Yay for the weight loss!

  3. From what I understand, boys are never reunited with their brains until they’re at least in their thirties, but Young One may be the exception to the rule. 🙂
    Great Spin and you’re linked!

    1. Oldest Son reunited with his brain by the time he was 21 or so; hopefully, so will TYO. Darling Daughter seems to have reunited with hers, as well – I wasn’t so sure that would happen. LOL

  4. Boys are four years or so behind girls. That much I know. There is a certain endearing quality to teen boys, but I have to say it doesn’t look like all that much fun to be one:).

    1. I agree, there are many endearing things about teenage boys – I’d certainly take a teenage boy over a teenage girl ANY day of the week!

  5. This is what I’ve done about Teen Brain w/my 3 kids. Each school year they get ONE free pass with me. If they forget a lunch (or in PR’s case an item from his baseball uniform), I will bring it to the school and drop it off. After they use their ONE free pass, they suffer the consequences of their actions. Forgot their lunch? No lunch. Forgot part of the uniform? Suffer the consequences from the coach. You would be surprised how remarkably well it works. In fact, I’ve never had any of my kids forget anything after having to deal with the consequences just one time. Ha!

    1. This strategy worked very well for the first four, but not so much The Young One – he’s just extremely absent-minded (he comes by it honestly – Yours Truly can be quite the space cadet herself). And he’s such a good kid in so many other ways, that if the worst thing about his adolescence is running everything short of his head and/or underwear to the school a couple of times a month, I won’t complain.

  6. Ugh, don’t remind me that I’ll be getting up early to make lunches for the next 16 years. I stopped buying the supplies lunch when a teacher told me “LG doesn’t eat most of it.” Since then, we “lunch box” it. Admittedly, not as good as The Young Ones, but at least stuff the kids can eat and won’t give little o spots.

    You promise me pictures, but I’m not getting my hopes up. What did we get? 1 Easter picture? 2 at best? Tease.

    1. Well, if the truth be told, the only time he really bought his lunch was his 8th grade year because it was “cool” to do so. He’s taken his lunch since preschool because, like LG, he just wouldn’t eat what they provided.

      I will post more pictures this time, I promise. Hey – we may be at the Cleveland Zoo on Sunday.

  7. Wait…guys are supposed to be reunited with their brains at some point? Apparently the hubby missed that memo somewhere…after all, he is the Absent Minded Professor. 😉

    And I love that you caught him wandering aimlessly – priceless! 🙂

    1. I’m afraid the boy has “wandering aimlessly” down to a fine art. 🙂 But that’s okay – I love him to death; he’s a sweetheart.

  8. Starting school that early for teenagers is just pure silliness. Which is one (among many) reasons I’m school shopping for my child, and my favorite choice so far has a school day that starts at 10:00 a.m.

    I love that you are reunited with your health.

    I love that we are reunited with Spin Cycle.


    1. Oh, it would be FAR better if the boy didn’t have to be at school until 10:00 a.m. How late do classes let out?

      I’m all lovin’ on the Spin Cycle, too. 🙂

  9. I remember the days when I used to slap together a piece of bologna between two slices of bread, then beg for a dollar so I could buy “Milk”. Wound up being String Cheese, Chocolate Milk, and a Frozen Malt. Sounds like a post I’ll need to write.

  10. I want home made lunch that is healthy!!! I can’t for the life of me manage to do that no matter how much I nag myself… keep up the awesome work – he will appreciate it in the long run!

  11. You’ve given me something to think about–I have two boys that will one day be teens–ack one of them in only 5 years–I’m going to have to do some serious planning.

  12. I love your new look! That’s a great photo in the header. Love your spin…gives me something to think on for sure!

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