Archives for May 12, 2010

We’re experiencing sort of a déjà vu thing here in California. At least in my parts we are. My dear sweet YaYa has adopted forgetful and lackadaisical tendencies. It’s so NOT him. What gives?

Don’t you know what that is? It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you DO want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! It seems to you that mainly what you want is to get away; get away from the same old tedious things you’re so used to seeing and so tired of, and set something new. That is the idea; you want to go and be a wanderer; you want to go wandering far away to strange countries where everything is mysterious and wonderful and romantic. And if you can’t do that, you’ll put up with considerable less; you’ll go anywhere you CAN go, just so as to get away, and be thankful of the chance, too. — Mark Twain

On Sunday afternoon, he told me that he needed a poster board for an assignment that was supposedly due on Monday morning. We trekked to three different stores before finding it. Then, Monday morning, I discovered that he’d folded it up and placed it into his backpack with all of his books. Hello? Don’t even get me started on his putting on the pair of pants that are at least two sizes too small – then changing into a pair with holes in both knees. *sigh*

Yeah, I wasn’t so thrilled about poster board folding. That night, the poster board returned to our house (still in the backpack) so that he could finish the assignment. Apparently, it wasn’t due on Monday after all — but his state report was. Oh dear.

Later that night, when I finally took a good look at the finished product, I was quite disappointed. YaYa, who is normally a perfectionist, had glued tiny pieces of paper noting (in hardly legible writing) the temperatures of the various states in his assignment. This, along with the corresponding pictures and accompanying descriptions were in Spanish. On top having ragged edges on the various papers from being torn rather than cut, the lines from the state to the place where each item was glued wasn’t even straight. And while I know that I’m being critical, I think the sloppiness added to the entire project being folded might possibly send a message of disinterest to the teacher.

If the laidback, carefree symptomatology stopped here, I might let it go but I’m starting to get a little nervous that YaYa might be developing an illness far more serious and chronic than spring fever. I fear that he may have caught the Tweens. I’m not sure if you are familiar with this illness but it is pretty serious and most always leads to a far more chronic condition known as the Teens.  

Please say a prayer for YaYa, for me, and for us.