"Are you in your pajamas? I hear you playing, and I know you're not playing if you're not ready for bed." "Where did you put my pajamas?" "They're right THERE." "Where?" "Right in your room! Don't make me come in there!" "On the floor?" "Yes." "Are they folded in a little pile?" "Yes." "Are they my favorite green?" "Yes." "And nice and fuzzy?" "Yes...?" "The same ones I wore last night?" "YES...!" "Hmmm. Haven't seen them!" (It's really hard to scold when you're fully cognizant of being the source of the culprit's smart-ass gene.)
*crickets* So, either everybody died or my last post was my most boring yet. Okay. The school meeting went well. The ex had the good sense to not say much, other than to agree with things I'd already said. So that went well, at least. I'm not sure we have any concrete answers, but at least we've set the stage for improvement and if it doesn't arrive, it will be easier to enact change (I think). I know some folks took issue with the vitriol in prior posts, so let me clarify something. My hackles go up when I feel my kid isn't getting the best. I fully understand that her teacher is a...
It should be impossible to be as cranky as I was, yesterday, for longer than a day. Theoretically, I mean. But as we've previously discussed, I am quite gifted. At least when it comes to spectacular bottoming-out of the moods. My funks may modify and adapt here and there, but I'm pretty good at the sustained grumpiness thing. So! This morning was spectacular. I don't even remember what happened. All I know is that one minute I was bellowing "EAT. YOUR. BREAK. FAST!" for the forty-seventh time, and the next thing I knew I was standing there with a little cup of Del Monte mandarin oranges in...
During church Pastor: You know how hard it is when you're learning to ride a bike? Monkey: Yeah! One time I was riding my bike and my wheel FELL OFF! Mama should FIX THAT! ... Pastor: This week marks the beginning of our annual stewardship campaign, so it's time to start thinking about your financial commitment for the coming year... Me: Let's see, 10% of nothing is, wait--don't tell me-- During fellowship Me: What? No, I haven't found a job yet. Thanks for asking. ... Me: What? No, the Family Festival falls on a weekend when I won't have the kids, so I probably won't be coming. ... Me:...
Chickadee: Our phone number is XXX-XXXX and your cell phone is XXX-XXXX. Me: Very good, honey. Monkey: Yeah, well, MY phone number is seven eight nine eleven STINKY BUTT!
*RING RING* What he said: Let's set an up interview as soon as possible, here are the particulars, here is what we're looking for, can you come in Monday? What I heard: This is the job you've been waiting for; right salary, right hours, people who give a damn. You are perfect for this. Can you come in Monday? What I said: Let me check my calendar... why yes, Monday would be fine. What I thought: OH MY GOD I HAVE TO GET THIS JOB THIS IS IT THIS IS THE ONE THIS IS THE SIGN THINGS ARE GOING TO BE OKAY. But I should stay calm. BUT THIS IS IT! *RING RING* What she said: Thank you so much for your...
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for indulging the release of my inner Mama Lion yesterday. I received so many supportive comments as well as the rushing in of my beloved contingent of cyber-soulmates to check on me. I am so grateful to have so many compassionate friends in my life. This morning was hard. Chickadee was up early. She came down the hall to cuddle with me, then retreated to her room with a book. Rather than lash out upon the intrusion of Bouncy Little Brother, when I peeked in after some giggling I found she'd tucked him into her bed with her favorite stuffies and was...
Want to make me furious? Here's a simple how-to guide: Call me on the phone about my child. Call her by the wrong name. Repeatedly. Do not apologize when I correct you (on the third mispronounciation). Ask me WHY today's "incident" occurred, even though I wasn't there, and you were. Ask me how to handle said incident, even though you have been teaching for...? What? Forty years?? Speak of my child as though she is making your job so difficult, and you are weary of trying to bend her to your will. Complain about how much work it is to adapt the curriculum to meet her needs because she's so...
