Yesterday was parent teacher conference.
We received good enough reports from the teachers, that we have decided not to send the children away to military school ;0)
Our last conference in the fall didn't go so well. You would think that out of three kids, at least one of them would have had a good report from their teacher.
Nope.
My favorite part of the last conference was when we sat down with a teacher and she said "I'm sure that after seeing the report card you are aware of several concerns that I have.
"Report card?? What report card??"
Apparently this child had neglected to give us the report card that had been sent home days earlier. When we saw it, we understood why :P
Also, last conference, we had several comments from the teachers like "The work that is turned in is usually 100 % correct, there just hasn't been much work turned in."
This conference was much better. Most of the work was turned in, and we actually saw the report cards before parent teacher conference.
Aaron said "I figured out, that if I just DO my work when I get it, instead of staring at the wall, it gets done a lot faster"
Brilliant.
The kids have been working much better, and have shown an improvement. All of them!
YAY!!
Now for the funny things their teachers had to say;
CJ's teacher "He's so quiet. I wish he would talk more and participate in class discussions"
CJ's response.....................silence...................
(To be fair, CJ is a very quiet kid and when he does decide to talk, he usually says something very profound.)
Brielle's teacher- "She's so quiet. I really wish she would talk a little more in class. We hardly get three words out of her all day."
Are you serious? Brielle? The "POWER TALKER"?
This is the child who begins talking as soon as she gets up in the morning and doesn't stop until she is asleep at night.
Brielle's response to this comment. "I save all the talking for home. At school, I'm just recharging".
Aaron's teacher had him read to us the comment she had written on his report card. It went something like "It would be great if you could use your calm nature to help you to focus better."
At the point where he read "calm nature" DH and I burst out laughing.
The teacher said "Isn't he calm at home?"
(Um ......NO!!)
I reply "You are the only person who has EVER used the word "calm" to describe Aaron."
DH says "He's pretty much the opposite of calm."
The teacher says "One of my children was like that. He was quite a challenge. A teacher of his once said to me "Aren't you glad he feels comfortable enough at home to act like that?"
(I then asked Aaron what we could do to make him feel less comfortable at home.)
What I want to know is how can my children be so different at home and at school?
I guess I should just be grateful that they choose to behave at places like school and church.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Clone me..............please!
Alternate title to this post:
"Tag team Parenting"
Yesterday, I woke up at 8:10 with Aaron standing next to me saying "Mom, I'm ready for school, can you take me now?"
Panic sets in.
School starts at 8:25.
"Aaron," I ask, "are the other kids awake yet?"
"No, I don't think so. I haven't seen them."
Great.
I now begin the mad dash to wake up the other kids and get them ready for school.
This is not an ordinary day, because;
#1. Brielle has ballet right after school, and needs to have her waist length hair put in a bun.
#2. CJ has a daytime performance for the school play today, and I need to show him how to wear his costume. (The one I was up until 4:45 am making for him. This may have been the reason that I slept through my alarm?)
#3 CJ is also going on a field trip this morning, and he needs to be to school on time.
I dash around madly, trying to get everything ready, forcing Brielle to eat breakfast while I fix her hair, showing CJ the finer points of his costume while carefully folding it and putting it in a bag, and making sure Aaron had all of his homework in his back pack. As I'm walking out the door, I notice the jar of peanut butter on the kitchen counter, and remember that CJ needs a sack lunch for the field trip.
I make the world's fastest peanut butter sandwich.
I get them to school only 10 minutes late. Not bad. One nice thing about getting to school that late is not having to deal with other people in the drop off zone.
I get back home, feed Max breakfast get ready to go out for the day.
I have several errands to run, including buying Brielle a new dress and tights for her first piano recital tonight. I go to K Mart because it's close. They only had two dresses with sleeves in them, so I get the pink one, then remember that she doesn't have any white shoes to match, so I go to the shoe department, and find two cute pairs. I can't decide which ones to get, so I let Max decide. I get a size 3, because she wears a size 3.
I go to the sock area to get her some tights, and they don't have any in her size.
GRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
I find a cute pair of ruffly anklets that say they fit up to a 3 1/2 shoe size.
On the way out, I walk past the Valentine's day candy marked 50% off :0D
That's all I'm going to say about that. (CJ, I have hidden it where you will never find it!)
We get out of there just in time to go to the school for the daytime performance of CJ's school play, which I will attend instead of the evening performance, because Brielle's piano recital is at approximately the same time of the play.
CJ did a great job. He looked dashingly handsome in his costume. He was the tallest in the play, and as far as I can tell, the only 6th grader with facial hair.
After school, CJ tells me that the evening performance is at 6:00 instead of 7:00.
DH now needs to get off work early to get to the play.
I take CJ to the school by 5:30, and come home right after the ballet carpool brings Brielle home.
The new dress fits, but the shoes are too small. The cute little anklets are also way to small, so we scramble to find a pair of tights, and fix her hair for the recital.
I spend much too much time looking for the camcorder, and we get to the recital just as they are starting.
Brielle performs beautifully.
I lean on the back of my chair, and the back breaks completely out of it.
No, I'm not embarrassed.
As we're leaving the recital, I call DH who has managed to get CJ to his karate class that we thought he would have to miss because it was the same time the play was supposed to be.
He picks up a pizza on his way home, and we finish eating at 9:00 p.m.
Just in time to start the homework.
Tonight we have parent teacher conference along with several other activities that we need to attend at the exact same time.
Come back tomorrow to see how we figure out how to be in three places at once.
Wish us luck.
"Tag team Parenting"
Yesterday, I woke up at 8:10 with Aaron standing next to me saying "Mom, I'm ready for school, can you take me now?"
Panic sets in.
School starts at 8:25.
"Aaron," I ask, "are the other kids awake yet?"
"No, I don't think so. I haven't seen them."
Great.
I now begin the mad dash to wake up the other kids and get them ready for school.
This is not an ordinary day, because;
#1. Brielle has ballet right after school, and needs to have her waist length hair put in a bun.
#2. CJ has a daytime performance for the school play today, and I need to show him how to wear his costume. (The one I was up until 4:45 am making for him. This may have been the reason that I slept through my alarm?)
#3 CJ is also going on a field trip this morning, and he needs to be to school on time.
I dash around madly, trying to get everything ready, forcing Brielle to eat breakfast while I fix her hair, showing CJ the finer points of his costume while carefully folding it and putting it in a bag, and making sure Aaron had all of his homework in his back pack. As I'm walking out the door, I notice the jar of peanut butter on the kitchen counter, and remember that CJ needs a sack lunch for the field trip.
I make the world's fastest peanut butter sandwich.
I get them to school only 10 minutes late. Not bad. One nice thing about getting to school that late is not having to deal with other people in the drop off zone.
I get back home, feed Max breakfast get ready to go out for the day.
I have several errands to run, including buying Brielle a new dress and tights for her first piano recital tonight. I go to K Mart because it's close. They only had two dresses with sleeves in them, so I get the pink one, then remember that she doesn't have any white shoes to match, so I go to the shoe department, and find two cute pairs. I can't decide which ones to get, so I let Max decide. I get a size 3, because she wears a size 3.
I go to the sock area to get her some tights, and they don't have any in her size.
GRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
I find a cute pair of ruffly anklets that say they fit up to a 3 1/2 shoe size.
On the way out, I walk past the Valentine's day candy marked 50% off :0D
That's all I'm going to say about that. (CJ, I have hidden it where you will never find it!)
We get out of there just in time to go to the school for the daytime performance of CJ's school play, which I will attend instead of the evening performance, because Brielle's piano recital is at approximately the same time of the play.
CJ did a great job. He looked dashingly handsome in his costume. He was the tallest in the play, and as far as I can tell, the only 6th grader with facial hair.
After school, CJ tells me that the evening performance is at 6:00 instead of 7:00.
DH now needs to get off work early to get to the play.
I take CJ to the school by 5:30, and come home right after the ballet carpool brings Brielle home.
The new dress fits, but the shoes are too small. The cute little anklets are also way to small, so we scramble to find a pair of tights, and fix her hair for the recital.
I spend much too much time looking for the camcorder, and we get to the recital just as they are starting.
Brielle performs beautifully.
I lean on the back of my chair, and the back breaks completely out of it.
No, I'm not embarrassed.
As we're leaving the recital, I call DH who has managed to get CJ to his karate class that we thought he would have to miss because it was the same time the play was supposed to be.
He picks up a pizza on his way home, and we finish eating at 9:00 p.m.
Just in time to start the homework.
Tonight we have parent teacher conference along with several other activities that we need to attend at the exact same time.
Come back tomorrow to see how we figure out how to be in three places at once.
Wish us luck.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Adventures in eavesdropping
Last week it was my turn to drive the Ballet carpool.
Conversation #1
(Five little girls ages 8 & 9)
Shannon: Hey I think that's my dad's truck over there.
Kritsi: No, I don't think it is.
Shannon: I think it is my dad, it looks like his truck.
Kristi: The guy driving the truck doesn't look like your dad. Is your dad Mexican?
Shannon: No, he's Californian.
Conversation #2
Kristi: I just don't know what to do about my birthday next week. We are having a big family party and I can invite one friend, but I don't know who to invite. I'm worried that when I invite only one friend, that all my other friends will find out about the party, and will feel bad that I didn't invite them.
Ashley: Um............. I think you just told us about it.
Kristi: Oops.
After listening to these girls talk for the 15 minute ride to ballet, and back home, I have made a few observations.
Observation #1:
The word "like" is used much too frequently in their conversations.
"So, like we went to this like restaurant place, and it was like really cool, cause they had like this really good food, and you could eat like all you wanted to, and it was like SO delicious, and my brother was all like "I love this food!' And he was like stuffing his face, and I was all like looking at him like all funny and like thinking that he was like so totally weird, and my mom was all like "Hey, like don't eat all that!" and I'm like thinking like he is going to be like all sick from like eating all that food, and he's like "I'm hungry" and like it's making me sick like watching him eat all that......................."
Do any of you know a doctor who might be able to perform a "likectomy"
Observation #2
My daughter could be considered a "power talker".
Conversation between my kids yesterday:
Sidenote: Aaron's idol is Don Aslett, author of "Is there life after housework", "Clean in a minute" and "Do I dust first or vacuum?"
He is also known as "America's #1 cleaning expert" Aaron wants to take over his job someday.
Aaron: Before I start my cleaning business, I want to get me some business cards.
Brielle: What would you put on them?
Aaron, Well, since Don Aslett is still America's #1 cleaning expert, my business cards should probably say "America's #2 cleaning expert."
Brielle: Are you sure you want to be Americas #2 Cleaning expert?..........#2?
You want to be an expert on cleaning up #2??????
Aaron: Hmmmmm, maybe I should put something else on them.
Conversation # 2 between my kids:
Aaron: Why is CJ's voice getting lower?
Brielle: Because he's in puverty.
Aaron: What's puverty?
Brielle: It's what happens when you grow.
Aaron: Well, then what does PU mean?
Brielle: That means that something stinks.
Aaron: I think it would be better if they called puverty "PU"
Converstion #3:
(Warning, we are starting to potty train Max, and this conversation contains some potty talk, do not read while eating)
Brielle: (Looking at Max who has mac-n-cheese all over his face) Hey Max, what did you eat for lunch?
Max: Poop!
Me: No max, you did not eat poop. That's yucky! We don't do that!
Max: Eat poop!
Brielle: No Max, poop goes in the potty.
Max: (giggle, giggle) Poop go in my mouth, (giggle) down in my tummy.
Me: No Max, remember, what do we do with poop?
Max: (giggle, giggle, giggle...) EAT IT!
Apparently I have a comedian on my hands.
Sidenote: Max DID NOT eat any poop. I checked his breath.
And finally, I will end this post with the Aaron quote of the day:
Aaron: How much does your brain weigh?
Me: I don't know, what do you think?
Aaron: Probably as much as your head without the skull.
Conversation #1
(Five little girls ages 8 & 9)
Shannon: Hey I think that's my dad's truck over there.
Kritsi: No, I don't think it is.
Shannon: I think it is my dad, it looks like his truck.
Kristi: The guy driving the truck doesn't look like your dad. Is your dad Mexican?
Shannon: No, he's Californian.
Conversation #2
Kristi: I just don't know what to do about my birthday next week. We are having a big family party and I can invite one friend, but I don't know who to invite. I'm worried that when I invite only one friend, that all my other friends will find out about the party, and will feel bad that I didn't invite them.
Ashley: Um............. I think you just told us about it.
Kristi: Oops.
After listening to these girls talk for the 15 minute ride to ballet, and back home, I have made a few observations.
Observation #1:
The word "like" is used much too frequently in their conversations.
"So, like we went to this like restaurant place, and it was like really cool, cause they had like this really good food, and you could eat like all you wanted to, and it was like SO delicious, and my brother was all like "I love this food!' And he was like stuffing his face, and I was all like looking at him like all funny and like thinking that he was like so totally weird, and my mom was all like "Hey, like don't eat all that!" and I'm like thinking like he is going to be like all sick from like eating all that food, and he's like "I'm hungry" and like it's making me sick like watching him eat all that......................."
Do any of you know a doctor who might be able to perform a "likectomy"
Observation #2
My daughter could be considered a "power talker".
Conversation between my kids yesterday:
Sidenote: Aaron's idol is Don Aslett, author of "Is there life after housework", "Clean in a minute" and "Do I dust first or vacuum?"
He is also known as "America's #1 cleaning expert" Aaron wants to take over his job someday.
Aaron: Before I start my cleaning business, I want to get me some business cards.
Brielle: What would you put on them?
Aaron, Well, since Don Aslett is still America's #1 cleaning expert, my business cards should probably say "America's #2 cleaning expert."
Brielle: Are you sure you want to be Americas #2 Cleaning expert?..........#2?
You want to be an expert on cleaning up #2??????
Aaron: Hmmmmm, maybe I should put something else on them.
Conversation # 2 between my kids:
Aaron: Why is CJ's voice getting lower?
Brielle: Because he's in puverty.
Aaron: What's puverty?
Brielle: It's what happens when you grow.
Aaron: Well, then what does PU mean?
Brielle: That means that something stinks.
Aaron: I think it would be better if they called puverty "PU"
Converstion #3:
(Warning, we are starting to potty train Max, and this conversation contains some potty talk, do not read while eating)
Brielle: (Looking at Max who has mac-n-cheese all over his face) Hey Max, what did you eat for lunch?
Max: Poop!
Me: No max, you did not eat poop. That's yucky! We don't do that!
Max: Eat poop!
Brielle: No Max, poop goes in the potty.
Max: (giggle, giggle) Poop go in my mouth, (giggle) down in my tummy.
Me: No Max, remember, what do we do with poop?
Max: (giggle, giggle, giggle...) EAT IT!
Apparently I have a comedian on my hands.
Sidenote: Max DID NOT eat any poop. I checked his breath.
And finally, I will end this post with the Aaron quote of the day:
Aaron: How much does your brain weigh?
Me: I don't know, what do you think?
Aaron: Probably as much as your head without the skull.
How smart is your right foot?
I got this in an e mail a while ago. It will keep you and your family occupied for hours!
Right Foot and Brain
You gotta try this !!
How smart is Your Right Foot??
Just try this. It is from an orthopedic surgeon…….
This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over
again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can’t.
It’s pre - programmed In your brain!
1. WITHOUT anyone watching you (they will think you are GOOFY……)and
while sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer,
lift your right foot off the floor and make Clockwise Circles.
2. Now, while doing this, draw the number “6″ in the air with your
Right Hand. Your foot will change direction.
I told you so!!! And there’s nothing you can do about it!
Right Foot and Brain
You gotta try this !!
How smart is Your Right Foot??
Just try this. It is from an orthopedic surgeon…….
This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over
again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can’t.
It’s pre - programmed In your brain!
1. WITHOUT anyone watching you (they will think you are GOOFY……)and
while sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer,
lift your right foot off the floor and make Clockwise Circles.
2. Now, while doing this, draw the number “6″ in the air with your
Right Hand. Your foot will change direction.
I told you so!!! And there’s nothing you can do about it!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Letters to the drop off zone
Dear lady in the green mini van,
In the future, would you please make sure that all of your children have their back packs filled, coats on, notes signed, and hair combed BEFORE you leave for school? Please realize that there are about 20 cars behind you waiting to drop our kids off at school while we are ever so patiently waiting for you to take care of the items mentioned above.
Your cooperation in this matter would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you,
Signed,
The mom waiting behind you.
Dear daughter of the lady in the green mini van,
Your hair looks fine. GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!
Signed,
Still waiting
Dear guy in the little blue sports car,
Did you not notice how your wheels were spinning on the icy street?
Did you not notice the slight hill leading down to the drop off zone?
Did you not realize that if the streets are icy, chances are the hill going down to the drop off zone might be icy also?
Are you aware that when you drive faster while turning into the drop off zone, that your chances of sliding increase?
Did you know that when you make a sharp turn in a speeding sports car on an icy hill, it will sometimes slide sideways, and if there is another car parked in the drop off zone, chances are the cute little sports car will run into it?
Do you think that maybe if you were not talking on your cell phone, you may have noticed the above mentioned conditions?
Do you now realize that driving a cute little (now dented) sports car on a snowy day is probably not a very good idea?
I hope you have insurance.
Signed,
Witness to an accident.
Dear lady in the white Explorer,
I realize that your cute little kindergartener probably would love to have you walk her to her classroom, but do you really think it's a good idea to park in the drop off zone, get out of your car, and walk her to the school? Do you realize the traffic back up you are causing?? Do you see all of the signs that say "No parking in the drop off zone, driver must stay with car"?
In the future, please park in the parking lot. This is what they built it for.
Signed,
Slightly annoyed mom.
Dear lady in the gray Suburban,
Are you serious?? Do you really think that you can turn left onto that busy street?? Can you see that none of the cars on the road are moving? Do you know why? It is because they are all lined up waiting to turn left into the same drop off zone that you are trying to exit. Do you realize that they aren't going anywhere until you move out of the way?
TURN RIGHT AND GO AROUND THE BLOCK!!!
Signed,
Yes, I do have all day to sit here and wait for you to turn =P
Dear Max,
I realize that Mommy said it was O.K. to bring the cow flashlight with you while we took the kids to school, however, at the time, I thought that the batteries were dead, and I had no idea that I would be listening to it moo all the way to school and back home. Please understand that Mr. Cow flashlight may be taking a vacation for a few days, and will be unavailable for your listening pleasure.
Signed,
Your loving Moom,........er..........I mean Mom
Dear husband,
Thank you so much for replacing the batteries in Max's cow flashlight.
Signed,
Your loving wife
Dear television weather man,
O.K. Enough already.
Seriously.
I admit the snow was kind of fun at first, you know, around Christmas time when all the pretty lights made it glitter.
I also realize that the ski resorts are very happy with all the snow, and also the skiers, however,
I don't ski.
I know, I know, we're in a drought...........blah, blah, blah.................we really need the water...............blah, blah, blah.............
I have a solution that will make everyone happy. If you could please arrange it so that the snow falls only in the mountains, and on the grass, not on the streets, parking lots, school drop off zones, and my driveway, it would be greatly appreciated.
Oh yea, and while you're at it, if you could do something about the freezing temperatures, I would appreciate that also.
My feet have not been warm since September.
Signed,
Frozen feet.
Dear school secretary,
Thank you so much for the lovely phone call this morning. I do so enjoy our frequent conversations.
Yes, I am aware that one or more of my children were late for school. We actually got to the school on time, however, after waiting in line at the drop off zone (behind the lady who was waiting for her lovely daughter to finish her morning grooming routine, the lady who parked the car, got out and walked her kid into school, and the crazy cell phone/dented sports car guy), it took a while for my children got out of the car, and I can see how they might have been a few minutes late.
Thank you so much for your suggestion that we leave our home a few minutes earlier, so we don't get stuck in the drop off zone. Perhaps on your way to school in the morning, you can stop by our house and drag them out of bed yourself. Maybe they will listen to you.
Signed,
I have caller ID, and I know how to use it.
Dear leftover Halloween candy that I just found in my closet,
Do you know how much I needed you today? You cannot begin to fathom the joy I felt in my heart as I saw you sitting there, alone, forgotten, ready to fill my life with your chocolaty goodness. I realize that I might have seemed a little desperate as I ripped open your bag and began grabbing at your peanut butter cups. They are my favorite. At some point during the day, I promise to relieve you of your Almond Joys, and peanut M&Ms.
I am so ashamed that I was unaware of your presence, however, I vow to make it up to you by spending the day with you and my other friend, 6 pack of Cherry Vanilla Diet Dr Pepper.
In the future, would you please make sure that all of your children have their back packs filled, coats on, notes signed, and hair combed BEFORE you leave for school? Please realize that there are about 20 cars behind you waiting to drop our kids off at school while we are ever so patiently waiting for you to take care of the items mentioned above.
Your cooperation in this matter would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you,
Signed,
The mom waiting behind you.
Dear daughter of the lady in the green mini van,
Your hair looks fine. GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!
Signed,
Still waiting
Dear guy in the little blue sports car,
Did you not notice how your wheels were spinning on the icy street?
Did you not notice the slight hill leading down to the drop off zone?
Did you not realize that if the streets are icy, chances are the hill going down to the drop off zone might be icy also?
Are you aware that when you drive faster while turning into the drop off zone, that your chances of sliding increase?
Did you know that when you make a sharp turn in a speeding sports car on an icy hill, it will sometimes slide sideways, and if there is another car parked in the drop off zone, chances are the cute little sports car will run into it?
Do you think that maybe if you were not talking on your cell phone, you may have noticed the above mentioned conditions?
Do you now realize that driving a cute little (now dented) sports car on a snowy day is probably not a very good idea?
I hope you have insurance.
Signed,
Witness to an accident.
Dear lady in the white Explorer,
I realize that your cute little kindergartener probably would love to have you walk her to her classroom, but do you really think it's a good idea to park in the drop off zone, get out of your car, and walk her to the school? Do you realize the traffic back up you are causing?? Do you see all of the signs that say "No parking in the drop off zone, driver must stay with car"?
In the future, please park in the parking lot. This is what they built it for.
Signed,
Slightly annoyed mom.
Dear lady in the gray Suburban,
Are you serious?? Do you really think that you can turn left onto that busy street?? Can you see that none of the cars on the road are moving? Do you know why? It is because they are all lined up waiting to turn left into the same drop off zone that you are trying to exit. Do you realize that they aren't going anywhere until you move out of the way?
TURN RIGHT AND GO AROUND THE BLOCK!!!
Signed,
Yes, I do have all day to sit here and wait for you to turn =P
Dear Max,
I realize that Mommy said it was O.K. to bring the cow flashlight with you while we took the kids to school, however, at the time, I thought that the batteries were dead, and I had no idea that I would be listening to it moo all the way to school and back home. Please understand that Mr. Cow flashlight may be taking a vacation for a few days, and will be unavailable for your listening pleasure.
Signed,
Your loving Moom,........er..........I mean Mom
Dear husband,
Thank you so much for replacing the batteries in Max's cow flashlight.
Signed,
Your loving wife
Dear television weather man,
O.K. Enough already.
Seriously.
I admit the snow was kind of fun at first, you know, around Christmas time when all the pretty lights made it glitter.
I also realize that the ski resorts are very happy with all the snow, and also the skiers, however,
I don't ski.
I know, I know, we're in a drought...........blah, blah, blah.................we really need the water...............blah, blah, blah.............
I have a solution that will make everyone happy. If you could please arrange it so that the snow falls only in the mountains, and on the grass, not on the streets, parking lots, school drop off zones, and my driveway, it would be greatly appreciated.
Oh yea, and while you're at it, if you could do something about the freezing temperatures, I would appreciate that also.
My feet have not been warm since September.
Signed,
Frozen feet.
Dear school secretary,
Thank you so much for the lovely phone call this morning. I do so enjoy our frequent conversations.
Yes, I am aware that one or more of my children were late for school. We actually got to the school on time, however, after waiting in line at the drop off zone (behind the lady who was waiting for her lovely daughter to finish her morning grooming routine, the lady who parked the car, got out and walked her kid into school, and the crazy cell phone/dented sports car guy), it took a while for my children got out of the car, and I can see how they might have been a few minutes late.
Thank you so much for your suggestion that we leave our home a few minutes earlier, so we don't get stuck in the drop off zone. Perhaps on your way to school in the morning, you can stop by our house and drag them out of bed yourself. Maybe they will listen to you.
Signed,
I have caller ID, and I know how to use it.
Dear leftover Halloween candy that I just found in my closet,
Do you know how much I needed you today? You cannot begin to fathom the joy I felt in my heart as I saw you sitting there, alone, forgotten, ready to fill my life with your chocolaty goodness. I realize that I might have seemed a little desperate as I ripped open your bag and began grabbing at your peanut butter cups. They are my favorite. At some point during the day, I promise to relieve you of your Almond Joys, and peanut M&Ms.
I am so ashamed that I was unaware of your presence, however, I vow to make it up to you by spending the day with you and my other friend, 6 pack of Cherry Vanilla Diet Dr Pepper.
Oh the fun we will have!
If there is any of you left at the end of the day, I will use you asincentive for my children to get their homework done.
Thak you so much for the joy you have brought into my life on such a dreary day.
I love you.
Signed,
Your currently over/caffienated friend
Dear children,
How would you feel about walking to school from now on?????
Signed
Your loving (I really need a vacation) Mom
If there is any of you left at the end of the day, I will use you as
Thak you so much for the joy you have brought into my life on such a dreary day.
I love you.
Signed,
Your currently over/caffienated friend
Dear children,
How would you feel about walking to school from now on?????
Signed
Your loving (I really need a vacation) Mom
Monday, February 4, 2008
Say what?
The top 5 things I DON'T like to hear at 10:00 p.m. Sunday night.
(drumroll please)
#5 "Hey Mom, I don't have any clean underwear for tomorrow."
#4 "Here's a note from my teacher. I forgot to give it to you on Friday."
#3 "I just remembered that I have some homework to do."
#2 "We're out of milk."
and my #1 least favorite thing to hear at 10:00 p.m. Sunday night................
"I should probably start on my book report. It's due tomorrow."
Tune in again tomorrow for the top 5 things I don't like to hear while dropping the kids off at school.
(drumroll please)
#5 "Hey Mom, I don't have any clean underwear for tomorrow."
#4 "Here's a note from my teacher. I forgot to give it to you on Friday."
#3 "I just remembered that I have some homework to do."
#2 "We're out of milk."
and my #1 least favorite thing to hear at 10:00 p.m. Sunday night................
"I should probably start on my book report. It's due tomorrow."
Tune in again tomorrow for the top 5 things I don't like to hear while dropping the kids off at school.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Where did it go?
I seem to be missing a few things.
My stapler. Have you seen it?? Anyone?
I needed it to staple together a few of my son's school assignments today.
Was the stapler in the drawer where it was supposed to be?
NO!
Was it anywhere in the immediate vicinity?
NO!
Even if I had been able to find it, I'm sure it would have been out of staples anyway. The kids can't stand it when there are staples in the stapler. They prefer to find a blank piece of paper or a paper plate and put staples all around the edge.
They also don't like to see a full roll of tape.
I can never find tape when I need it. I buy it in bulk at Costco so I will have some when I need it. It sits in the kitchen drawer until I need it, then I can't find it. All 6 rolls are gone. I can, however, find things taped together that shouldn't be.
I once found a huge glob of tape stuck to the bottom of the kitchen table.
Why?
I am constantly finding pieces of tape on the walls. They aren't holding things onto the walls, just tape.
why, Why, WHY!!!
I'm also missing some spoons.
This one has me really puzzled. When we got married, we registered for some really nice flatware. We were given the full set, which consisted of eight, 5 piece settings. We decided we needed more teaspoons so when we went and bought eight more spoons.
Do the math, that's 16 spoons.
I just did the dishes, I counted 7.
We are also missing one of the serving pieces, a large slotted spoon.
These all began to vanish around the same time the kids started to help washing the dishes.
Coincidence? I think not.
Other things I am missing:
nail clippers
socks
my waistline
my mind.......
Last week CJ mentioned that he was missing some money.
"Mom, last time I checked, I had over 15 dollars, now I only have $13.68 in my bank."
Brielle then says "I've seen Aaron coming out of your room a few times this week with money in his hand"
I then confront Aaron about the missing money, and he denies everything.
I then explain to him that any money missing from CJ's bank will then be multiplied by 5, and taken out of his allowance.
The next day, CJ counted his money, and he had $16.32.
How does this happen?
My stapler. Have you seen it?? Anyone?
I needed it to staple together a few of my son's school assignments today.
Was the stapler in the drawer where it was supposed to be?
NO!
Was it anywhere in the immediate vicinity?
NO!
Even if I had been able to find it, I'm sure it would have been out of staples anyway. The kids can't stand it when there are staples in the stapler. They prefer to find a blank piece of paper or a paper plate and put staples all around the edge.
They also don't like to see a full roll of tape.
I can never find tape when I need it. I buy it in bulk at Costco so I will have some when I need it. It sits in the kitchen drawer until I need it, then I can't find it. All 6 rolls are gone. I can, however, find things taped together that shouldn't be.
I once found a huge glob of tape stuck to the bottom of the kitchen table.
Why?
I am constantly finding pieces of tape on the walls. They aren't holding things onto the walls, just tape.
why, Why, WHY!!!
I'm also missing some spoons.
This one has me really puzzled. When we got married, we registered for some really nice flatware. We were given the full set, which consisted of eight, 5 piece settings. We decided we needed more teaspoons so when we went and bought eight more spoons.
Do the math, that's 16 spoons.
I just did the dishes, I counted 7.
We are also missing one of the serving pieces, a large slotted spoon.
These all began to vanish around the same time the kids started to help washing the dishes.
Coincidence? I think not.
Other things I am missing:
nail clippers
socks
my waistline
my mind.......
Last week CJ mentioned that he was missing some money.
"Mom, last time I checked, I had over 15 dollars, now I only have $13.68 in my bank."
Brielle then says "I've seen Aaron coming out of your room a few times this week with money in his hand"
I then confront Aaron about the missing money, and he denies everything.
I then explain to him that any money missing from CJ's bank will then be multiplied by 5, and taken out of his allowance.
The next day, CJ counted his money, and he had $16.32.
How does this happen?
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