Well, I have now reached the time in my life where I begin blogging. I have two friends who do and I like reading theirs and since I have never been at a loss for words, this seemed like the perfect place to express them.
The title of my blog is "My Three Sons". I have three boys; Erik is 17, Bradley is 13, and Tyler is 12. Bradley and Tyler are a year and four days apart. I thought that the only reason God would do this to me is so that I would get my girl. I guess not. When Tyler was born, I looked at Kevin and said (after I asked if all he could produce was boys) "We have a MY THREE SONS" cast. If some of you remember, in the 60's there was a sitcom titled, "My Three Sons". It was about a single father raising three boys alone. I used to love that show. Well, the term, "My Three Sons" has become my world.
I am a firm believer that there should be support groups for mothers of three boys. Our lives are truly different from those who have all girls or a mixture of girls and boys. At least in my case, our lives revolve around anything with wheels or skis, or any sport with a ball. Thank goodness Kevin is not a hunter or fisherman, or I would have to deal with that too. Although, Tyler has begun to love hunting and fishing. That's what Uncles are for, right.
Erik is seventeen. Wow. With the "full-blown" teenage years come a flurry of situations that boggle my mind. We go from loving basketball to hating basketball. We like this girl, no, we like THIS girl. We want a truck, no, we are going to "pimp" our car. AAHH! So, there is never a dull moment there. But his dad can still kick his 6'3", 198 lb butt!
Bradley is thirteen. While just being 13 would be enough to blog about for days, he also is BiPolar, ADHD, OCD, & ODD. Thank God I work at a pharmacy, or we would have no money! Copays on Bradley's meds each month would be in excess of $250.00. Then there is the Psychiatrist bill and the trips to Eau Claire every few months. (Since St. Croix County, nor Dunn County have a Psychiatrist who sees kids with BiPolar Disorder.)
Tyler is my baby. At twelve he is much bigger than Bradley. That is a continual issue with Bradley. He will find a pic from when he and Tyler were little and say, "Hey, I was taller than Tyler there!" Tyler is the easy-going one in the bunch. He may be mad sometimes, but he gets over it after about 10 minutes. Erik and Bradley let that anger hang around awhile.
Well, that, in a nutshell, is My Three Sons. I will have to close now. Work is calling.
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