It is 4:23 am. Another sleepless night. I haven't slept in days. Maybe I've lost more weight; we had pizza tonight and I could only stomach three bites. That hasn't happened in, well, ever. I was looking for a good diet plan......
I watch the Bob Newhart Show every evening and one of the ladies in his group session, usually starts out saying, "I have this huge knot in my stomach...." and tonight I thought, "She must be trying to get some justice for her kid".
My huge knot keeps me from sleeping, keeps me from eating, keeps me from truly enjoying my life right now. Adam's best friend is moving tomorrow (probably another reason the knot keeps growing). They are having one last sleepover. They made a fort and are conked out on the living room floor. They traded Legos and watched Duck Dynasty and laughed and laughed and laughed. It was so heartwarming but my knot was still there. I could've dug out the ice cream and made a huge mess, but I didn't. I couldn't. I just didn't have it in me. I regret it already.
I took Elizabeth to a birthday party today and tried to engage with the other mothers. It was easier standing at the edge of the park away from it all though, so that's what I did. They don't see me much since I work three days a week; I really wanted to get to know these ladies, who knows when I'll get the chance again, but I just couldn't. I didn't have it in me. I regret that already too.
Sometimes the knot grows up into my chest. I find myself struggling to catch a good breath. I think, oh dang, I forgot to call the cardiologist like my OB suggested after Elizabeth was born. Oh no. What is going on with me? Maybe I have cancer? Of what? Air? Oh, look! Charlie and Lola. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Oh, yeah, anxiety. Great. Just what I need the week before we drive 15 hours to Disney.
Then I realize I've felt this before: When I was 12 and my Granny died suddenly, the days after my mom's heart attack/bypass surgery, In September when Ezra passed away. That's when it dawns on me. I don't have anxiety. I have grief.
I am grieving. Oh yes. That is exactly what this is.
I am grieving for my child although he is still just a few feet away. I grieve for him and what his life could've been if he didn't have IT. The aspergers, the ADD, the ODD, the auditory processing disorders, the social anxiety, the premature birth which exacerbated all of these things. I grieve for his opportunities lost because so much time has been wasted in what I thought and was told would be the best environment for him. I grieve for his soul that is crushed every single day having to be teased and poked and beaten from these people, children and adults alike, who claim to give it all to Chr*st. Doesn't the Bible say, "If G*d is with us, who can be against us?" I grieve because my child can tell you who is against him. I don't even think he believes G*d is with him any longer. I grieve for that too. I grieve for Jacob because he isn't happy. He doesn't know what it's like to have a friend spend the night or even the grief that comes from having your best friend move because he has never had a best friend. Shit, he's never had a friend. I grieve because I know if this continues, he won't want to continue, because really? Who wants to live like that? I'm 44 years old and I don't. He's 11. Why does everyone think this is all right?
We are going to Disney next week. I sort of feel like this is our Make-a-Wish trip. Only we are paying for it. My golly are we paying for it. Here you go children! We have been so stressed and overwhelmed and dealing with things we really shouldn't have to deal with, so go hug Snow White and feel better for a week! But the thing is.....We shouldn't feel this way! My child is perfectly healthy and for that I am extremely grateful. Don't think for a minute I don't realize how lucky I am that we do not need Make-a-Wish services. Our problems aren't even in the same league, but still. The grief is there. For Jacob who lives that in first person every day. For Adam and Elizabeth who feel the wrath after it happens. For us and his grandparents who just don't even really know what to do to fix it.
So sad that we get to experience this just so a few undisciplined children could feel big about themselves. And a few uncaring adults just didn't want to be bothered.
I grieve for our world, because this is acceptable here. Shameful.
Saturday, March 02, 2013
Friday, March 01, 2013
Be Careful What You Ask For
So.....
Jacob got a detention this week.
Nothing too new about that, although it's his first one this year. He is quite familiar with the yellow sheet of doom from years past and most of the time he has actually deserved it, but let me ask YOU if you think he deserved it this time......
The dentention form little square box was checked for fighting. Okay, wrap your head around that for a minute. My third grader sized sixth grader brings home a detention slip for fighting. Okay. The explanation underneath was he pushed another child's hand away from his desk. HIS desk. As in Jacob's desk. Okay. I also got an email right about the same time informing me that "the infraction" occurred the previous day. Um Hm. So. I discuss this with Jacob and this is the story:
When he changed classes to his second teacher of the day, she did not come into the room right away instead standing out in the hallway gabbing it up with the other two teachers. Yes. I am paying for that, but let's move on shall we? So Jacob finally takes out a piece of paper and starts drawing on it. At some point Bully number 6,452 goes up to Jacob from behind and starts tickling him in the abdominal region. ( I did not attend Christian school and can still use big words ). Jacob asked him to stop. He did not stop. He asked him again. He did not stop. He asked him again. He did stop BUT he took his paper and crumpled it up. Jacob pushed his hand away and grabbed for his paper. THEN is when the teacher's gossip session ended and she entered the room. OF COURSE SHE DID.
That's not all....
She then proceeded to shame Jacob in front of the entire class by using him as an example of non-Christian behavior while vigorously filling out that sheet as fast as she could.
"Jacob, do you realize you have sinned?" "Yes Ma'am"
"Jacob are you in the sixth grade?" "Yes Ma'am"
"Jacob do we hit others when we are mad like a baby?" "No Ma'am"
Because we haveerroneously taught him to respect his teachers, he actually did. Dammit.
I very respectfully then replied to the email asking if touching is not allowed, why was the tickling allowed and also why is it okay to throw rocks at my kid because, duh, pushing a hand away seems a wee bit less dangerous to rock contact to the skull? Where in hell is my reply to that one?
So then Daddy got involved.
DUM DUM DUM
I let all the teachers know early on, if you see Daddy, it's not a good thing.
So he calls about the same thing requesting a conference between all three sixth grade teachers. The teachers have now had over 24 hours to get their stories straight and OF COURSE the teacher was always in the room and only saw Jacob being EXTREMELY RUDE (because throwing rocks at someone's head is a friendly thing to do), but she'd talk to the "victim" the next day. You know, the victim because Jacob is such a damn bully.
So Jacob returns for the day and I ask him how it went. This is how it went:
"Reagan, did you tickle Jacob before he hurt you?" "No, I did not, I swear"
"Tristan (Reagan's best friend), did you see Reagan tickle Jacob?" "No Ma'am"
"Jacob, you get an extra detention for lying, you other boys can go out to play."
(I wouldn't normally use another kid's name in my blog, but I don't really give a crap at this point. Reagan and Tristan you are bullies. Sue me)
(And really, who names a boy Tristan? That right there screws a kid up)
(If your kid is named Tristan I am sure he's wonderful, you can leave my blog now, I won't be upset.)
(And I think Reagan is now a girl's name. Oh snap, no wonder these kids are this way)
Anyway,
And then Jacob says to me: "I told her they were lying, but she just shook her head and let them leave. I don't really know why she asked Tristan about it though because he was absent on Monday."
Which is when I said, "OH FUCK NO"
SERIOUSLY?
Then Daddy got involved again. He now wants conference to include three teachers PLUS principal.
When Jacob got in the car yesterday he was crying. This was after I picked him up in front of two of the teachers and all the other parents and saw two kids poking him in the back with a stick. WTF? They quit when they saw me and denied it, but WTF? I am near-sighted but not blind and are all the other adults there blind? WTF? It got worse. WORSE:
After gym, Jacob was in line for a drink (which I have forbidden all three of my children to use the water fountain but they do not listen, but anyway) and Bully 6,453 pushed his newly braced and newly capped teeth right into the spout and pushed him out of the way. After many lectures from Yours Truly the previous two days about DEAR GOD BOY STAND UP FOR YOURSELF he yelled out to stop and quit pushing him to the HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR PE TEACHER. Who told him to suck it up and then told the rest of the sixth grade that they would all be doing PT (something bad apparently) the next day because of Jacob's "tattling". W. T. F?
Yes, I am just now finding out that they have let A HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR TEACH SIXTH GRADE BOYS GYM. I am paying for that. Funny how we never got an email about that important development and also? If I were paying for my kid's high school education I think I would be wanting him to be learning something INSTEAD OF DOING SOMEONE ELSE'S JOB!
Then Daddy got involved AGAIN. He now wants a conference with the three teachers, his learning lab teacher, the principal, the actual paycheck earning coach, AND the administrator.
They were supposed to meet at 8:45 this morning but one of the teachers didn't show so they rescheduled.
I went ahead and sent him to school today. I did not want to, but I don't want him to get behind. I have regretted it all day. He was in a rage this morning. He hit his siblings, he called me names, he swore he'd kill me. Or his dad. Or maybe himself. There was much screaming. It broke my heart and pissed me off all at the same time.
His birthday is Monday. He won't be going to school. No one should have to deal with that crap ON THEIR BIRTHDAY!
After that, we'll have to see. Please don't tell me I need to pull him ASAP because I really have thought about that, but there is a lot to consider, namely he'd be the ONLY new kid coming in making him a bit of a target to the non-Christian bullies out there.
The good news is that this is a good diet plan. I have lost seven pounds since Tuesday. I am also not at all ambivalent about where he'll attend school next year. It WON'T be Christian School. I asked G*d for a sign and he gave it to me. In spades.
Thank you?
(And seriously if you are named Reagan or Tristan I am sure they are perfectfully nice names, but right now I hate them, so sorry)
**Edited to add:
Principal comes out to my car at pick-up time letting me know that, hey, your husband wants to have a meeting and I just wanted to touch base and then proceeded to tell me I really needed to talk to Jacob because he doesn't really have his stories straight. The tickling happened LAST week and Jacob just pushed Reagan's hand away for no good reason. When I asked did Reagan get detention for touching my child he informed it was all in good fun and nobody was hurt...hahaha. I respectfully disagreed and then he asked if I had called Reagan's mother and maybe that was a good place to start. Um. I pay your ass to do that buddy. Then he slapped my car door and said, "have a great weekend, it was good talking to you, hopefully Jacob can get his stories straight". You will be glad to know I neither spit on him nor flipped him off, although both crossed my mind, but that wouldn't be Christian behavior now would it?
****Oh, and did I ever mention the principal is one of his teacher's husband? Yeah.
Jacob got a detention this week.
Nothing too new about that, although it's his first one this year. He is quite familiar with the yellow sheet of doom from years past and most of the time he has actually deserved it, but let me ask YOU if you think he deserved it this time......
The dentention form little square box was checked for fighting. Okay, wrap your head around that for a minute. My third grader sized sixth grader brings home a detention slip for fighting. Okay. The explanation underneath was he pushed another child's hand away from his desk. HIS desk. As in Jacob's desk. Okay. I also got an email right about the same time informing me that "the infraction" occurred the previous day. Um Hm. So. I discuss this with Jacob and this is the story:
When he changed classes to his second teacher of the day, she did not come into the room right away instead standing out in the hallway gabbing it up with the other two teachers. Yes. I am paying for that, but let's move on shall we? So Jacob finally takes out a piece of paper and starts drawing on it. At some point Bully number 6,452 goes up to Jacob from behind and starts tickling him in the abdominal region. ( I did not attend Christian school and can still use big words ). Jacob asked him to stop. He did not stop. He asked him again. He did not stop. He asked him again. He did stop BUT he took his paper and crumpled it up. Jacob pushed his hand away and grabbed for his paper. THEN is when the teacher's gossip session ended and she entered the room. OF COURSE SHE DID.
That's not all....
She then proceeded to shame Jacob in front of the entire class by using him as an example of non-Christian behavior while vigorously filling out that sheet as fast as she could.
"Jacob, do you realize you have sinned?" "Yes Ma'am"
"Jacob are you in the sixth grade?" "Yes Ma'am"
"Jacob do we hit others when we are mad like a baby?" "No Ma'am"
Because we have
I very respectfully then replied to the email asking if touching is not allowed, why was the tickling allowed and also why is it okay to throw rocks at my kid because, duh, pushing a hand away seems a wee bit less dangerous to rock contact to the skull? Where in hell is my reply to that one?
So then Daddy got involved.
DUM DUM DUM
I let all the teachers know early on, if you see Daddy, it's not a good thing.
So he calls about the same thing requesting a conference between all three sixth grade teachers. The teachers have now had over 24 hours to get their stories straight and OF COURSE the teacher was always in the room and only saw Jacob being EXTREMELY RUDE (because throwing rocks at someone's head is a friendly thing to do), but she'd talk to the "victim" the next day. You know, the victim because Jacob is such a damn bully.
So Jacob returns for the day and I ask him how it went. This is how it went:
"Reagan, did you tickle Jacob before he hurt you?" "No, I did not, I swear"
"Tristan (Reagan's best friend), did you see Reagan tickle Jacob?" "No Ma'am"
"Jacob, you get an extra detention for lying, you other boys can go out to play."
(I wouldn't normally use another kid's name in my blog, but I don't really give a crap at this point. Reagan and Tristan you are bullies. Sue me)
(And really, who names a boy Tristan? That right there screws a kid up)
(If your kid is named Tristan I am sure he's wonderful, you can leave my blog now, I won't be upset.)
(And I think Reagan is now a girl's name. Oh snap, no wonder these kids are this way)
Anyway,
And then Jacob says to me: "I told her they were lying, but she just shook her head and let them leave. I don't really know why she asked Tristan about it though because he was absent on Monday."
Which is when I said, "OH FUCK NO"
SERIOUSLY?
Then Daddy got involved again. He now wants conference to include three teachers PLUS principal.
When Jacob got in the car yesterday he was crying. This was after I picked him up in front of two of the teachers and all the other parents and saw two kids poking him in the back with a stick. WTF? They quit when they saw me and denied it, but WTF? I am near-sighted but not blind and are all the other adults there blind? WTF? It got worse. WORSE:
After gym, Jacob was in line for a drink (which I have forbidden all three of my children to use the water fountain but they do not listen, but anyway) and Bully 6,453 pushed his newly braced and newly capped teeth right into the spout and pushed him out of the way. After many lectures from Yours Truly the previous two days about DEAR GOD BOY STAND UP FOR YOURSELF he yelled out to stop and quit pushing him to the HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR PE TEACHER. Who told him to suck it up and then told the rest of the sixth grade that they would all be doing PT (something bad apparently) the next day because of Jacob's "tattling". W. T. F?
Yes, I am just now finding out that they have let A HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR TEACH SIXTH GRADE BOYS GYM. I am paying for that. Funny how we never got an email about that important development and also? If I were paying for my kid's high school education I think I would be wanting him to be learning something INSTEAD OF DOING SOMEONE ELSE'S JOB!
Then Daddy got involved AGAIN. He now wants a conference with the three teachers, his learning lab teacher, the principal, the actual paycheck earning coach, AND the administrator.
They were supposed to meet at 8:45 this morning but one of the teachers didn't show so they rescheduled.
I went ahead and sent him to school today. I did not want to, but I don't want him to get behind. I have regretted it all day. He was in a rage this morning. He hit his siblings, he called me names, he swore he'd kill me. Or his dad. Or maybe himself. There was much screaming. It broke my heart and pissed me off all at the same time.
His birthday is Monday. He won't be going to school. No one should have to deal with that crap ON THEIR BIRTHDAY!
After that, we'll have to see. Please don't tell me I need to pull him ASAP because I really have thought about that, but there is a lot to consider, namely he'd be the ONLY new kid coming in making him a bit of a target to the non-Christian bullies out there.
The good news is that this is a good diet plan. I have lost seven pounds since Tuesday. I am also not at all ambivalent about where he'll attend school next year. It WON'T be Christian School. I asked G*d for a sign and he gave it to me. In spades.
Thank you?
(And seriously if you are named Reagan or Tristan I am sure they are perfectfully nice names, but right now I hate them, so sorry)
**Edited to add:
Principal comes out to my car at pick-up time letting me know that, hey, your husband wants to have a meeting and I just wanted to touch base and then proceeded to tell me I really needed to talk to Jacob because he doesn't really have his stories straight. The tickling happened LAST week and Jacob just pushed Reagan's hand away for no good reason. When I asked did Reagan get detention for touching my child he informed it was all in good fun and nobody was hurt...hahaha. I respectfully disagreed and then he asked if I had called Reagan's mother and maybe that was a good place to start. Um. I pay your ass to do that buddy. Then he slapped my car door and said, "have a great weekend, it was good talking to you, hopefully Jacob can get his stories straight". You will be glad to know I neither spit on him nor flipped him off, although both crossed my mind, but that wouldn't be Christian behavior now would it?
****Oh, and did I ever mention the principal is one of his teacher's husband? Yeah.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
More School
Okay....
So I met with the public school last week. Let's see if I can make sense of the plethora of information provided to me:
*approximately 300ish students in one grade alone
*accommodations available in the form of IEPs and 504s, but aren't an option until he's been attending there 30 days and then there is still the entire testing process that could take six more months.
*he will need to spend 45 minutes in the gym waiting for school to open since I'll need to drop him off at 8:15 and school doesn't start until 9:00.
*if he rides the bus (probably wouldn't) his route would not drop him off until 5:00.
*study halls are not monitored
*if they see his math scores are low (they are) he will put in some math class at 3rd period that runs into study hall 4th period, and then into his lunch 5th period where he can stay and continue to work with someone so he can feasibly have three periods of math instruction a day.
*couldn't promise me a top locker, but would try
*he can do LDC (which is like ROTC) in place of PE
*he can choose art or drama as an elective
*if he brings up his language arts grades he can take AP English which is a short class and get one more elective
*there is a police officer monitoring the building
*the principal monitors the building through taped video.
*strict bully policy beginning with a green incident report children can fill out and slip to teachers/administration
I know there is more, but I couldn't keep up.
I was slightly more encouraged than the previous meeting, but the whole 45 minutes and possible 10 minutes waiting for the building open has really turned me off. That just isn't an option with all of his problems. We are trying to figure out a way to make it work.
I met with my friend about the K12 Virtual Academy they do, and it was pretty impressive. It was very structured homeschooling taught through classes on the computer. All self-paced, but then you have to complete a certain percentage every month so you don't fall behind. The best part is that they form the lesson plans for you and you are able to move things around according to your needs. For example, for one of Rosemary's children, she follows the plans verbatim, but her other child she adapts it so that he is doing a week's worth of one subject each day because that works best for him. They take their tests online and the "school" keeps track of all their grades. I really did like it and have thought seriously about doing this with Jacob ONE year, just so he wouldn't have to deal with mean kids and just bring his grades up, but, naturally, my husband isn't convinced. I don't really think this will be an option for us at all, but it would be nice.
So tomorrow I really need to turn in the re-enrollment forms. I will likely pay for Jacob to hold his spot just to buy more time, but at this point, we are leaning more towards the public school if we can just figure out the before and after school logistics.
So I met with the public school last week. Let's see if I can make sense of the plethora of information provided to me:
*approximately 300ish students in one grade alone
*accommodations available in the form of IEPs and 504s, but aren't an option until he's been attending there 30 days and then there is still the entire testing process that could take six more months.
*he will need to spend 45 minutes in the gym waiting for school to open since I'll need to drop him off at 8:15 and school doesn't start until 9:00.
*if he rides the bus (probably wouldn't) his route would not drop him off until 5:00.
*study halls are not monitored
*if they see his math scores are low (they are) he will put in some math class at 3rd period that runs into study hall 4th period, and then into his lunch 5th period where he can stay and continue to work with someone so he can feasibly have three periods of math instruction a day.
*couldn't promise me a top locker, but would try
*he can do LDC (which is like ROTC) in place of PE
*he can choose art or drama as an elective
*if he brings up his language arts grades he can take AP English which is a short class and get one more elective
*there is a police officer monitoring the building
*the principal monitors the building through taped video.
*strict bully policy beginning with a green incident report children can fill out and slip to teachers/administration
I know there is more, but I couldn't keep up.
I was slightly more encouraged than the previous meeting, but the whole 45 minutes and possible 10 minutes waiting for the building open has really turned me off. That just isn't an option with all of his problems. We are trying to figure out a way to make it work.
I met with my friend about the K12 Virtual Academy they do, and it was pretty impressive. It was very structured homeschooling taught through classes on the computer. All self-paced, but then you have to complete a certain percentage every month so you don't fall behind. The best part is that they form the lesson plans for you and you are able to move things around according to your needs. For example, for one of Rosemary's children, she follows the plans verbatim, but her other child she adapts it so that he is doing a week's worth of one subject each day because that works best for him. They take their tests online and the "school" keeps track of all their grades. I really did like it and have thought seriously about doing this with Jacob ONE year, just so he wouldn't have to deal with mean kids and just bring his grades up, but, naturally, my husband isn't convinced. I don't really think this will be an option for us at all, but it would be nice.
So tomorrow I really need to turn in the re-enrollment forms. I will likely pay for Jacob to hold his spot just to buy more time, but at this point, we are leaning more towards the public school if we can just figure out the before and after school logistics.
Monday, February 18, 2013
School Update
So we are quickly skating into March and I haven't paid the re-enrollment fee. Yet.
I met with the junior high principal of the private school last week. We have gotten no information about that transition so I felt a chat was in order.
The man was nice enough, but, eh, I guess I was expecting too much. I wanted the we-want-your-kid-here-to-get-a-Christian-education-and-since-you're-paying-we'll-do-everything-we-can-for-you conversation, but what I got was the ole kids-will-be-kids-junior high-is-hard speech.
I can't really say I am surprised.
He did say he would arrange for him to have a top locker next year! Whoopee!
What I basically took away from it that helps me is:
*65 students in seventh grade
*8 classes with one study hall, one fine arts elective, and (ugh) gym.
*they can drag their backpack all day long, no rules about that as opposed to the public school
*no bully policy, but any issues will be dealt with on a case-by-case basis as necessary
*no learning lab, no academic accommodations, but tutoring offered every afternoon (for free) in most subjects.
*only a handful of teachers who teach the 8 subjects, so he will likely only deal with 3/4 teachers again.
Tomorrow I meet with the principal of the neighborhood middle school.
Friday I meet with my neighbor who homeschools her boys (Jacob's friends) through Texas' K12 virtual academy (computer based learning). She has so very graciously offered to teach Jacob while I work, but I am not sold on this. At all. Just thought I'd listen to what she had to show me and have all my available ducks in a row before I make a final decision.
Oh, and then there was that letter sent home the day after this talk stating their would be a meeting about junior high next year on Thursday. I guess once the crazy lady showed up they thought it might be good to let everyone know what was going on. I may or may not attend that since I think I got what I needed, but who knows.
I met with the junior high principal of the private school last week. We have gotten no information about that transition so I felt a chat was in order.
The man was nice enough, but, eh, I guess I was expecting too much. I wanted the we-want-your-kid-here-to-get-a-Christian-education-and-since-you're-paying-we'll-do-everything-we-can-for-you conversation, but what I got was the ole kids-will-be-kids-junior high-is-hard speech.
I can't really say I am surprised.
He did say he would arrange for him to have a top locker next year! Whoopee!
What I basically took away from it that helps me is:
*65 students in seventh grade
*8 classes with one study hall, one fine arts elective, and (ugh) gym.
*they can drag their backpack all day long, no rules about that as opposed to the public school
*no bully policy, but any issues will be dealt with on a case-by-case basis as necessary
*no learning lab, no academic accommodations, but tutoring offered every afternoon (for free) in most subjects.
*only a handful of teachers who teach the 8 subjects, so he will likely only deal with 3/4 teachers again.
Tomorrow I meet with the principal of the neighborhood middle school.
Friday I meet with my neighbor who homeschools her boys (Jacob's friends) through Texas' K12 virtual academy (computer based learning). She has so very graciously offered to teach Jacob while I work, but I am not sold on this. At all. Just thought I'd listen to what she had to show me and have all my available ducks in a row before I make a final decision.
Oh, and then there was that letter sent home the day after this talk stating their would be a meeting about junior high next year on Thursday. I guess once the crazy lady showed up they thought it might be good to let everyone know what was going on. I may or may not attend that since I think I got what I needed, but who knows.
Friday, February 08, 2013
Stuff
Thanks for the post Sherry!
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Yes
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
15. RED OR PINK?
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
18. WHAT IS THE TECHNIQUE THAT YOU NEED TO WORK ON THE MOST?
19. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
23. FAVORITE SMELLS?
24. HOW IMPORTANT ARE YOUR POLITICAL VIEWS TO YOU?
25. MOUNTAIN HIDEAWAY OR BEACH HOUSE?
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
27. HAIR COLOR?
28. EYE COLOR?
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
30. FAVORITE FOOD?
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
35. FAVORITE DESSERT?
36. STRENGTH TRAINING OR CARDIO?
37. COMPUTER OR TELEVISION?
38. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
39. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
40. FAVORITE SOUND?
41. FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC?
42. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?
43. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?
44. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
45. WHERE ARE YOU LIVING NOW?
47. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR CAR?
48. DO YOU LIKE ANSWERING 48 QUESTIONS?
Nope. My parents found my name in the As of a baby name book and got lazy and went no further. My mom had wanted to name me Sarah Denise after her parents, but my dad denied it. They both agreed Andria looked better than Andrea so there you go.
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
At my MIL's funeral. Yes really.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
Yes. I have teacher handwriting because, duh, I'm a teacher.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
I don't really care for lunch meat. I'd rather have a grilled cheese.
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Two boys and a girl
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Of course. I am a damn good friend.
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?
According to Jacob's therapist that is our family language which causes problems for the aspergers child who doesn't understand sarcasm.
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Yes
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
Never
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
I would rather have oatmeal, but if I had to, I'd have to go with Froot Loops. Healthy.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
I have no shoes that tie.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
I can be. My boss said I showed great strength after the Shingles/dog death while husband was on vacation/still showed up for work debacle of 2012.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
I am not a big ice cream fan, I'd rather have a popsicle, but I did find a half gallon of Blue Bell Mexican Praline that I've been craving since they discontinued it three years ago just this morning. If you live in the north and have never had Blue Bell you are really missing out.
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
Agree with Sherry......their attitude. I have made wrong first impressions about people having a bad day.
15. RED OR PINK?
Ugh neither. Yellow.
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
My every Tuesday migraine and the fifteen twenty pounds I need to lose.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
Ezra
18. WHAT IS THE TECHNIQUE THAT YOU NEED TO WORK ON THE MOST?
I would like to be able to get my children to do what I am asking without eventually resorting to yelling, but I think that's a technique they need to learn, am I right?
19. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
none
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
a blood orange
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Elizabeth playing Polly Pockets in the bathroom. The dolls are saying, "splish, splash, splishy, splash" and another one is saying, "Oh no, you've messed your make-up up!" This is her second bath today. Free entertainment.
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
green
23. FAVORITE SMELLS?
Scentsy french lavender, Johnson and Johnson baby wash, citrus fruit, my mom's spaghetti sauce cooking
24. HOW IMPORTANT ARE YOUR POLITICAL VIEWS TO YOU?
Depends on the view.....I haven't found anything yet I am so passionate about that I would lose a friend if they disagreed.
25. MOUNTAIN HIDEAWAY OR BEACH HOUSE?
Beach house
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
college football
27. HAIR COLOR?
red and it is natural and I love it.
28. EYE COLOR?
brown
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
sometimes
30. FAVORITE FOOD?
Ranchero Dinner at Ranchos and Garlic Noodles at PF Changs
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
All Will Ferrell and Adam Sandler movies, except Punch, Drunk, Love. That was stupid.
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
The Odd Life of Timothy Green
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
yellow pajamas at 5 pm. oh yes.
34. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Fall
35. FAVORITE DESSERT?
creme brûlée
36. STRENGTH TRAINING OR CARDIO?
neither
37. COMPUTER OR TELEVISION?
television
38. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
Let me check my fifth Kindle......Where'd You Go Bernadette?
39. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
I don't use a mouse
40. FAVORITE SOUND?
wind chimes in the rain and the video I watch every day of Elizabeth and Adam when they were 4 months/2 years just laughing and laughing at each other.
41. FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC?
80s
42. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?
Maine
43. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?
I am a damn good teacher
44. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
Beaumont, Texas
45. WHERE ARE YOU LIVING NOW?
League City, Texas
46. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR HOUSE?
a light brown brick which we don't really care for, but it was a 3200 square foot spec house in our price range so we decided to live with it.
47. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR CAR?
green
48. DO YOU LIKE ANSWERING 48 QUESTIONS?
Sure beats coming up with a good blog post this week!
Okay, Sherry, find us another one for next week. ;)
Okay, Sherry, find us another one for next week. ;)
Monday, February 04, 2013
February
So it's February.
I hate February. I just spent $200 on teacher gifts for Christmas and now I'm expected to at least come up with a box of candy? That was all fine and good when I had one kid in school, but now three and one with multiple teachers puts a huge dent in the funds.
Then there's the re-enrollment fees. Yeah. If I want my kids to go to private school another year I have to fork over $85 each by the end of the month. Again. No problem with one kid, huge problem with three.
I work in the preschool on the other side of said school so there really is no question about kid two and kid three attending next year. There is no way I could get them to their neighborhood school and still be at work on time and I still don't feel comfortable leaving them for ten minutes after I leave to wait on the bus. Yes I could quit my job, but I love it and I don't want to so there.
Kid one, though, is another story. I don't think I want him to go there next year.
I have never gotten a good vibe from the teachers this year. I get the distinct impression that they would actually love it if Jacob were absent a lot more. They display big "No Bully Zone" posters, yet they don't follow through with that. When a kid was throwing rocks at Jake's head back in December it was ME who had to call the mother who had no idea her kid had been a huge a#$ for three months. (Although, seriously, I think she did, but didn't want to admit it, but that's another story). When Jacob missed four days of school due to his grandmother's funeral, they gave him one day to make it all up and then slapped him with zeros on the rest and he failed all make-up tests from that week because none of them took the time to actually teach the material to him. Never mind they have a one hour study hall in which they could've helped him. No. That might have cut into their important texting time.
Oh, and then there's the whole locker thing. The whole reason I kept him there in the first place. Remember how I wanted him to learn how to get his books, move through his classes, figure it all out? Well, he doesn't go to his dang locker. See. He has a bottom locker and the huge 200 poundoaf student above him won't let him get to it. The teachers are out there monitoring the hall but they don't see this as a problem. Oh sure, he'll get a demerit for being late because he couldn't get to said locker, but, no, those kids shoving him out of the way is normal behavior in Christian school because boys will be boys you know? That child is going to have a permanent humpback from dragging every one of his books around all day long. But it's not a problem, oh no.
You think it'd be easy to say, SEE YA! and yank that file right out of the office on the way to middle school, but it's not.
If he's getting treated this badly at CHRISTIAN school, how much worse is it going to be in public school? You know, where God doesn't exist and no one cares about what Jesus would do with six times as manybullies students.
As much as I'd like to, homeschooling is NOT an option. I can't get this child to take a dish to the sink or write ten spelling words one time each without a two hour fight. I cannot be solely responsible for his education, I just can't.
So now I have 24 more days to weigh my options. I have called the administration at the middle school and also the private school and haven't heard back from either one. I am not sleeping well and nyquil isn't helping.
I hate February.
I hate February. I just spent $200 on teacher gifts for Christmas and now I'm expected to at least come up with a box of candy? That was all fine and good when I had one kid in school, but now three and one with multiple teachers puts a huge dent in the funds.
Then there's the re-enrollment fees. Yeah. If I want my kids to go to private school another year I have to fork over $85 each by the end of the month. Again. No problem with one kid, huge problem with three.
I work in the preschool on the other side of said school so there really is no question about kid two and kid three attending next year. There is no way I could get them to their neighborhood school and still be at work on time and I still don't feel comfortable leaving them for ten minutes after I leave to wait on the bus. Yes I could quit my job, but I love it and I don't want to so there.
Kid one, though, is another story. I don't think I want him to go there next year.
I have never gotten a good vibe from the teachers this year. I get the distinct impression that they would actually love it if Jacob were absent a lot more. They display big "No Bully Zone" posters, yet they don't follow through with that. When a kid was throwing rocks at Jake's head back in December it was ME who had to call the mother who had no idea her kid had been a huge a#$ for three months. (Although, seriously, I think she did, but didn't want to admit it, but that's another story). When Jacob missed four days of school due to his grandmother's funeral, they gave him one day to make it all up and then slapped him with zeros on the rest and he failed all make-up tests from that week because none of them took the time to actually teach the material to him. Never mind they have a one hour study hall in which they could've helped him. No. That might have cut into their important texting time.
Oh, and then there's the whole locker thing. The whole reason I kept him there in the first place. Remember how I wanted him to learn how to get his books, move through his classes, figure it all out? Well, he doesn't go to his dang locker. See. He has a bottom locker and the huge 200 pound
You think it'd be easy to say, SEE YA! and yank that file right out of the office on the way to middle school, but it's not.
If he's getting treated this badly at CHRISTIAN school, how much worse is it going to be in public school? You know, where God doesn't exist and no one cares about what Jesus would do with six times as many
As much as I'd like to, homeschooling is NOT an option. I can't get this child to take a dish to the sink or write ten spelling words one time each without a two hour fight. I cannot be solely responsible for his education, I just can't.
So now I have 24 more days to weigh my options. I have called the administration at the middle school and also the private school and haven't heard back from either one. I am not sleeping well and nyquil isn't helping.
I hate February.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Dog Gone It
Fourteen and a half years was not enough.
The house is very slowly losing all the hair. And the smell we used to hate but now seek on every little thing we find we had forgotten we had, like the dozen green stuffed frogs minus their eyes and squeakers shoved under some scrapbooking supplies in the garage because we were trying to get rid of that same smell we now miss.
Someone has offered to give us her two year old chocolate Lab because she just doesn't have the time nor energy to devote to his time and energy now that all her children have left the nest. The kids really want him, but I don't know. I miss MY dog. I want MY dog. I don't want someone else's dog. Just mine. Right beside me. Right now. Stinking up my carpet and begging for my pizza crusts.
Could I even love another dog? Do I even want to love another dog? They die you know.
I miss my dog.
I miss my dog.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
8
Happy Birthday Adam!
How is it you are eight years old already?
At 8, you are finally, as of October, 48 inches tall. Too late to ride the big rides at Splashtown, but just in time for Disney! You weigh about 42 pounds....still a wee baby even if you aren't a baby anymore. I have a hard time buying clothes for you because you need a 7 length and a 4 waist. We kind of split the difference with a five and you just don't wear pants too often. You don't like the adjustable waists and complain incessantly about the straps in your way. Although you have a drawer full of pants, you only really wear about three pair of them. You walked in the other morning wearing a pair of shorts with small holes all over them. You wore them all day and it wasn't until I picked up the dirty clothes at the end of the day did I notice they were a size 18 months. You'd probably still be wearing them if I hadn't gotten rid of them.
Your favorite color is blue. Your favorite food is still Gammy's spaghetti but absolutely no meatballs or meat of you won't touch it. You tried Buffalo wings a couple months ago and order those every time we go out. Hooters are your favorite, but you'll eat any of them. You like pizza lunchables in your lunch box with Lays potato chips and a Sunny D, but now that we are eating better you haven't complained about your slices of ham, cheese, sliced apples, and water. Of course the yogurt comes home most of the time.
Your favorite show is Lego Ninjago. I swore to all that's holy that we would not start another Lego obsession, but here we are. Most of your Christmas toys were Ninjagos and that is what you have asked for your birthday as well. I know you are waiting patiently for the coveted Lloyd mini-figure that I just happened to find not knowing how rare it was. Too bad you opened all of your Christmas gifts (and your brothers and your sisters) two weeks before Christmas or you would have it by now. Maybe next year you'll leave them alone.
You are in second grade. Mrs. Anders is your teacher. You were very sad when you found out you wouldn't be spending the year with Mrs. Smith, but I think you have learned totolerate love her. She and I have a system where she'll hold up her fingers to let me know how many demerits you've received that day. You did really well in December, no fingers, but since school has started back there've been three a few times. She says you're a sweet boy, you just talk, talk, talk all the time. I guess we should be pleased since you really didn't speak until you were three and a half and we are paying for speech therapy, but still. We are also paying for your education. Please zip it and listen some okay?
Soccer is still your favorite sport, but you relented and let me sign you up for the winter football season since it won't interfere with spring soccer. You complained until you found out your two best friends are on your team (surprise!) and you've really enjoyed it. You ran for a touchdown on the last game and your coach says you are the best defensive player he has because you are so fast. I wish you'd try baseball again, but you hated that because there was too much standing around and waiting your turn. Maybe basketball?
You and Jacob have a hard time getting a long. You now enjoy the same things and you both like to take the others. I can't sharpie initials onto Legos so we have a daily issue about it. I wish you both would realize if you just pulled them together you'd have so much more to work with, but we aren't there yet. If I hear "He stole my red ninja!" another time I may just box it all up and take it to Good Will. Which would suck because ya'll can really do so much with them, but still. There's just so much I can take.
Elizabeth, on the other hand, is still your best friend. As expected many years ago, when a little boy walked up to tell me one morning that he was Elizabeth's boyfriend, you told him he absolutely was not and he better leave her alone. She will never date, I'm afraid. You are a wonderful protector. You have watched Secret of the Wings at least thirty times since Christmas because she always wants it. I suspect you like it also, but you'd never admit it. Ditto for Sofia the First. I see you taking it all in. You are eight. You can still like princesses and Dinosaur Train, and Max and Ruby. I'll never tell.
So now you are 8.
To me you will always be:
I love you Tiny!
At 8, you are finally, as of October, 48 inches tall. Too late to ride the big rides at Splashtown, but just in time for Disney! You weigh about 42 pounds....still a wee baby even if you aren't a baby anymore. I have a hard time buying clothes for you because you need a 7 length and a 4 waist. We kind of split the difference with a five and you just don't wear pants too often. You don't like the adjustable waists and complain incessantly about the straps in your way. Although you have a drawer full of pants, you only really wear about three pair of them. You walked in the other morning wearing a pair of shorts with small holes all over them. You wore them all day and it wasn't until I picked up the dirty clothes at the end of the day did I notice they were a size 18 months. You'd probably still be wearing them if I hadn't gotten rid of them.
Your favorite color is blue. Your favorite food is still Gammy's spaghetti but absolutely no meatballs or meat of you won't touch it. You tried Buffalo wings a couple months ago and order those every time we go out. Hooters are your favorite, but you'll eat any of them. You like pizza lunchables in your lunch box with Lays potato chips and a Sunny D, but now that we are eating better you haven't complained about your slices of ham, cheese, sliced apples, and water. Of course the yogurt comes home most of the time.
Your favorite show is Lego Ninjago. I swore to all that's holy that we would not start another Lego obsession, but here we are. Most of your Christmas toys were Ninjagos and that is what you have asked for your birthday as well. I know you are waiting patiently for the coveted Lloyd mini-figure that I just happened to find not knowing how rare it was. Too bad you opened all of your Christmas gifts (and your brothers and your sisters) two weeks before Christmas or you would have it by now. Maybe next year you'll leave them alone.
You are in second grade. Mrs. Anders is your teacher. You were very sad when you found out you wouldn't be spending the year with Mrs. Smith, but I think you have learned to
Soccer is still your favorite sport, but you relented and let me sign you up for the winter football season since it won't interfere with spring soccer. You complained until you found out your two best friends are on your team (surprise!) and you've really enjoyed it. You ran for a touchdown on the last game and your coach says you are the best defensive player he has because you are so fast. I wish you'd try baseball again, but you hated that because there was too much standing around and waiting your turn. Maybe basketball?
You and Jacob have a hard time getting a long. You now enjoy the same things and you both like to take the others. I can't sharpie initials onto Legos so we have a daily issue about it. I wish you both would realize if you just pulled them together you'd have so much more to work with, but we aren't there yet. If I hear "He stole my red ninja!" another time I may just box it all up and take it to Good Will. Which would suck because ya'll can really do so much with them, but still. There's just so much I can take.
Elizabeth, on the other hand, is still your best friend. As expected many years ago, when a little boy walked up to tell me one morning that he was Elizabeth's boyfriend, you told him he absolutely was not and he better leave her alone. She will never date, I'm afraid. You are a wonderful protector. You have watched Secret of the Wings at least thirty times since Christmas because she always wants it. I suspect you like it also, but you'd never admit it. Ditto for Sofia the First. I see you taking it all in. You are eight. You can still like princesses and Dinosaur Train, and Max and Ruby. I'll never tell.
So now you are 8.
To me you will always be:
I love you Tiny!
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Death and Life
My mother-in-law died last week.
Therefore I did not post last week.
We drove twenty hours up to West Virginia on one day and back down to Texas twenty more hours four days later.
It was only half way through the last trip that my mother (who so graciously offered to keep fighting children separated in the fancy rent car), while reading Two Kisses for Maddie, brought up the fact that maybe we'll all get blood clots and die from sitting so long.
I haven't slept much after that. Neither has my mother as I get up and poke her every couple of hours to make sure she's still alive. I know she is happy to be going home today.
I am all creepily freaked out about not being there to spend every waking moment with her because, WTH, she could be next.
Just call me Merry Sunshine.
Derick's mother smoked, took psychiatric medications for many years, was overweight, got no exercise whatsoever, sat for long periods of time, and her cholesterol was through the roof. My mother is the opposite of all of that, but still, I worry for her. She is almost 69. All of her siblings passed before 62. I feel like we're living on borrowed time.
We do not know for certain how my mother-in-law passed. She was found last Thursday but they list her date of death as last Sunday. There was no viewing. Maybe she had a heart attack? A stroke? They identified her body by the pins from a previous ankle surgery. Horrible.
You know I wasn't close to her. She was so very different than my own family and, although she came to accept me over time, wasn't too crazy about me. Still. No one should have to die like that. Was she alive for a while and couldn't get up or did she die instantly? Where were those friends who went on and on at the funeral about how they spent every day with her? Didn't they miss her for four days? Didn't her daughter find it odd that her phone was off the hook that long? (She was apparently reaching for the phone). Did she know what was happening to her? Sad, sad, sad.
I am thinking of getting my parents the Life Alert system. That would make a great birthday gift don't you think?
I have all kinds of emotions right now. Fear for my own mom's life, guilt for not making more of an effort with my MIL, empathy for my husband is riding his own emotional roller coaster, grief for my children's loss.
I also feel much relief after ridding my child of the lice he picked up from the hotel easy chair he sat in playing his video games for hours and hours.
Oh yes. We went to my mother-in-law's funeral and three hours later were dousing ourselves in $100 dollars worth of RID after finding a live LOUSE crawling on my child.
Dog dies = Shingles
Mother-in-law dies = Lice
Let's not have anymore death for a while shall we?
Therefore I did not post last week.
We drove twenty hours up to West Virginia on one day and back down to Texas twenty more hours four days later.
It was only half way through the last trip that my mother (who so graciously offered to keep fighting children separated in the fancy rent car), while reading Two Kisses for Maddie, brought up the fact that maybe we'll all get blood clots and die from sitting so long.
I haven't slept much after that. Neither has my mother as I get up and poke her every couple of hours to make sure she's still alive. I know she is happy to be going home today.
I am all creepily freaked out about not being there to spend every waking moment with her because, WTH, she could be next.
Just call me Merry Sunshine.
Derick's mother smoked, took psychiatric medications for many years, was overweight, got no exercise whatsoever, sat for long periods of time, and her cholesterol was through the roof. My mother is the opposite of all of that, but still, I worry for her. She is almost 69. All of her siblings passed before 62. I feel like we're living on borrowed time.
We do not know for certain how my mother-in-law passed. She was found last Thursday but they list her date of death as last Sunday. There was no viewing. Maybe she had a heart attack? A stroke? They identified her body by the pins from a previous ankle surgery. Horrible.
You know I wasn't close to her. She was so very different than my own family and, although she came to accept me over time, wasn't too crazy about me. Still. No one should have to die like that. Was she alive for a while and couldn't get up or did she die instantly? Where were those friends who went on and on at the funeral about how they spent every day with her? Didn't they miss her for four days? Didn't her daughter find it odd that her phone was off the hook that long? (She was apparently reaching for the phone). Did she know what was happening to her? Sad, sad, sad.
I am thinking of getting my parents the Life Alert system. That would make a great birthday gift don't you think?
I have all kinds of emotions right now. Fear for my own mom's life, guilt for not making more of an effort with my MIL, empathy for my husband is riding his own emotional roller coaster, grief for my children's loss.
I also feel much relief after ridding my child of the lice he picked up from the hotel easy chair he sat in playing his video games for hours and hours.
Oh yes. We went to my mother-in-law's funeral and three hours later were dousing ourselves in $100 dollars worth of RID after finding a live LOUSE crawling on my child.
Dog dies = Shingles
Mother-in-law dies = Lice
Let's not have anymore death for a while shall we?
Sunday, January 06, 2013
2013
I don't know why January 1 makes me want to change things. Why not April or October? I guess if everyone else is doing it......
1. We will eat more healthy foods and less junk I can't remember everything I resolved to do in 2012, but I do know this was one of them because I did better with this than 2011. I can still do better though. So far I have quit making desserts and buying sweets at the store unless on a special occasion. I also stopped buying soda and we drink only water unless someone wants milk. I will splurge at times on the fresh squeezed juice at the store, but only that. If the label says anything other than juice and water I won't buy it. In the next weeks I am going to eliminate salty school snacks in place of more fruit and hopefully by the end of the year we aren't eating much processed food at all.
2. I am going to lose twenty pounds I've gained twenty pounds since I started working. I am sure it's from the Thursday night pizza and quicky, fatty casseroles I've put together when I no longer have that much free time. Probably the fridge full of soda my boss keeps stocked for us too. I love Pepsi. And Dr. Pepper. I don't usually choose the bottles of water when I see that staring back at me, but in an effort to bang out numbers 1 AND 2 that's my new plan. I am also going to use that fancy bicycle my husband bought me two birthdays ago that has only been used twice. And that six month old Zumba video that's still in the packaging.
3. No More Facebook Games I am down to only one and I only do it once a day right before I head to bed. I bought a new computer since I fried my fourth one and my husband refused to load Flash onto it because he is sure I am getting viruses through the games. I was mad about that at first, but not being able to get on the games has really freed up a lot of my time and I actually don't miss them that much. It was hard to let go of the 1000 horseshoes I'd amassed and the three plus year to get to level 110, but after a few days I realized it really wasn't all that important.
4. I will blog once a week This totally counts as week 2 right?
5. I am going to organize this house I usually do this in the summer, but I made a conscious effort not to do it this year. That and I just never could get into it. I don't regret itmuch since I was able to mostly relax and hang with the kids, but now with the new Christmas toys it's a bit messy. I have set aside a Friday each month ( I am off on Fridays) to do one room. I also ordered tons of cute stuff from Thirty-one to keep all the school stuff, mail, and my lesson plan stuff all in order.
6 I will update the baby books One day.
7. I will say a prayer over each of my children before we head out in the mornings I've done this a few times in the car after some excrutiatingly rough mornings and it has at least helped ME get on with my day. If we make it a habit before it gets crazy, then maybe it will calm things here. We have notoriously bad mornings with Jacob's meds taking half an hour to kick in, so hoping this will help, if nothing else they can leave and know no matter how loud I may get, I still love them and want God to watch out for them.
8. I will take my children to Disney World and I will not over plan it and just let them enjoy it
I mean, what fun is it if Mom is telling you everything that you should do? That book just overwhelms me and my blood pressure goes up when I open it. I booked the hotel and a couple meals and the Princess makeover.....I am done. I want to show up and have fun now and I will pretend that letting the children run wild will make a better, understanding, teaching parent.
Eight is enough
1. We will eat more healthy foods and less junk I can't remember everything I resolved to do in 2012, but I do know this was one of them because I did better with this than 2011. I can still do better though. So far I have quit making desserts and buying sweets at the store unless on a special occasion. I also stopped buying soda and we drink only water unless someone wants milk. I will splurge at times on the fresh squeezed juice at the store, but only that. If the label says anything other than juice and water I won't buy it. In the next weeks I am going to eliminate salty school snacks in place of more fruit and hopefully by the end of the year we aren't eating much processed food at all.
2. I am going to lose twenty pounds I've gained twenty pounds since I started working. I am sure it's from the Thursday night pizza and quicky, fatty casseroles I've put together when I no longer have that much free time. Probably the fridge full of soda my boss keeps stocked for us too. I love Pepsi. And Dr. Pepper. I don't usually choose the bottles of water when I see that staring back at me, but in an effort to bang out numbers 1 AND 2 that's my new plan. I am also going to use that fancy bicycle my husband bought me two birthdays ago that has only been used twice. And that six month old Zumba video that's still in the packaging.
3. No More Facebook Games I am down to only one and I only do it once a day right before I head to bed. I bought a new computer since I fried my fourth one and my husband refused to load Flash onto it because he is sure I am getting viruses through the games. I was mad about that at first, but not being able to get on the games has really freed up a lot of my time and I actually don't miss them that much. It was hard to let go of the 1000 horseshoes I'd amassed and the three plus year to get to level 110, but after a few days I realized it really wasn't all that important.
4. I will blog once a week This totally counts as week 2 right?
5. I am going to organize this house I usually do this in the summer, but I made a conscious effort not to do it this year. That and I just never could get into it. I don't regret it
6 I will update the baby books One day.
7. I will say a prayer over each of my children before we head out in the mornings I've done this a few times in the car after some excrutiatingly rough mornings and it has at least helped ME get on with my day. If we make it a habit before it gets crazy, then maybe it will calm things here. We have notoriously bad mornings with Jacob's meds taking half an hour to kick in, so hoping this will help, if nothing else they can leave and know no matter how loud I may get, I still love them and want God to watch out for them.
8. I will take my children to Disney World and I will not over plan it and just let them enjoy it
I mean, what fun is it if Mom is telling you everything that you should do? That book just overwhelms me and my blood pressure goes up when I open it. I booked the hotel and a couple meals and the Princess makeover.....I am done. I want to show up and have fun now and I will pretend that letting the children run wild will make a better, understanding, teaching parent.
Eight is enough
Friday, January 04, 2013
2012
Okay, so the Thanksgiving posts didn't happen. In a nutshell, I have a lot to be thankful for, maybe I'll elaborate on that in November.
Anyway, Kether has inspired me. I am going to attempt to blog 52 times this year. Yes, you read that right. Once a week. Wouldn't that be awesome? I mean, if anyone really reads my drivel anymore. If nothing else, maybe I'll have something to print out and add to my very thin baby books.
I am grateful to still keep in touch with many of you through Facebook (All hail the mighty FB). I started blogging in 2005 when my middle child (Adam) was nine months old. He is now almost eight. Startling. I lived in a strange neighborhood in a relatively new state with not one local friend. Blogging got me through colic, speech therapy, a surprise pregnancy, a new job, and the still ongoing ADHD/Aspergers/Whatever the new trendy label saga. I miss the daily blogging. I miss my virtual friends.
Until I find something to write about next week, here is 2012 in pictures:
January
Adam turned seven and all three children got along for the entire day.
February
Then we celebrated our sweet Ezra's 14th birthday. We had steak, bananas, BBQ, and pop-tarts. He was very happy and showered with tons of love.
March
We have lots of birthdays at the beginning of the year......Jacob turned 11. Go ahead and check out the beginning of my blog if you can't remember that this child was FOUR when I started. Man, I feel old.
April
Yet another birthday. Elizabeth, who did not even exist at the onset of this blog, turned five. FIVE! I miss having a baby, but I have to say, she is a wonderful child.
May
Elizabeth graduated preschool. I cried the whole time. How blessed I was to be right next door to her for two years. I miss her this year.
June
Elizabeth's first dance recital! I actually imagined this not long after the doctor said "it's a girl!" Costumes, dancing, the sweetness! She loved being on stage and did fabulously! I cried through the whole thing.
July
Our annual trip to The Woodlands. This time we spent a day at Splashtown. That was the week it flooded in The Woodlands so we cut it short and went back again in August but I forgot my camera.
August
School started much too early for our taste. You can just see how happy they were about it. I now have three school children. No more babies for me. *sniff*
September
Our precious Ezra passed away. We still miss him. He truly was the best dog ever.
October
Elizabeth lost her first tooth. I was not ready for that. I cried. Again.
November
Adam made a diorama about the sperm whale. All by himself. With no help from his parents which was very evident in comparison to all the others lining the hallway. He made a 100 and was so proud of himself. He also did this in October. Apparently I didn't take any pictures in November. Oops.
December
We went to the Hyatt Regency Lost Pines in Bastrop, TX for a weekend thanks to Derick's company. It was absolutely awesome and I did seriously consider canceling our March Disney trip to go back. Two days was not enough.
Anyway, Kether has inspired me. I am going to attempt to blog 52 times this year. Yes, you read that right. Once a week. Wouldn't that be awesome? I mean, if anyone really reads my drivel anymore. If nothing else, maybe I'll have something to print out and add to my very thin baby books.
I am grateful to still keep in touch with many of you through Facebook (All hail the mighty FB). I started blogging in 2005 when my middle child (Adam) was nine months old. He is now almost eight. Startling. I lived in a strange neighborhood in a relatively new state with not one local friend. Blogging got me through colic, speech therapy, a surprise pregnancy, a new job, and the still ongoing ADHD/Aspergers/Whatever the new trendy label saga. I miss the daily blogging. I miss my virtual friends.
Until I find something to write about next week, here is 2012 in pictures:
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Thankful
I used to be so punctual. Oh, I still get everywhere I need to be on time, I am very rarely late for work/school even with three kids dragging their feet every morning, but when it comes to this blog, I am forever and hopelessly running behind.
On November 1 I noticed everyone in my Facebook world jumped on the thankful train and started posting their blessings every day. Every day I meant to do that too and, well, it didn't happen. Wouldn't have been very hard and wouldn't have taken me very long, but once I scrolled through the daily happenings of my 246 close friends and dug for treasure I needed to log off and watch Duck Dynasty marathons clean the house, cook meals, and raise children.
So since I very rarely have my own bloggy ideas anymore, I've decided to steal the facebook fun and move my thankfulness over here. Will I do this more than once? Eh? I hope to, I have plenty to be grateful, but, you know, the whole speech, guitar, gymnastics, football, psychiatrist, part-time job thing......
Day 1......Better late than never.....
The obvious:
I always want to send a photo Christmas card to Dr. Swami who told me fifteen years ago I would likely never have children without absolutely any explanation or bedside manner whatsoever. I am certain without a doubt that God sent us to Texas, to this job just thrown into the husband's lap, just so we'd get out of West Virginia and into a world with better medical facilities. Should I wait until tomorrow to say how thankful I am for Texas doctor too? Nah. Where Dr. Swami said I'd need to have three miscarriages before she'd help me in any way, Texas Doctor dosed me up with enough hormones everytime I finally got pregnant (except the last one, which was a surprise and maybe also a miracle) so I wouldn't have to experience the inevitable that comes with a progesterone level of four. I mean, what if I'd miscarried these children because I had one West Virginia doctor to choose from? Would I have three different kids? Would I have any children at all? Boggles the mind to think about.
Being a mom is hard work. There are some days I just want to shut the bedroom door and be done with it for the night and then, naturally, that's the night two of them are puking all over their beds and the third one is complaining very loudly about how horrible his life is that he has to live here. With that. The travesty. Oy. When the frustrations mount, I try to remind myself how very much I prayed for these children and how very lonely I would be without them.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
The End of the Book
I bought the book Marley and Me years ago and I've never finished it. Oh, it's a good book. I got many laughs from it, especially realizing how very much they had stolen from our own life. In fact, as I look back now, I wonder where they kept the spy cameras to get all of the material.
I never finished it though. Marley got old and Marley got sick and then I closed the book never to open it up again. The same is to be said of the movie every time it comes on TBS. Owen Wilson starts to look a little grieved and I switch the channel. Lalalalalalala. I know not what you are speaking.
Yet.
Now I do.
That sweet Ezra held on as long as he could. He tried so hard for me. I could see in his eyes he just wanted to make it all right, make my sadness stop, do whatever he could to make things stay the same, but such is the passage of time and the way of life. None of us, animals included, are made to last forever. His will was so strong, yet his body was so weak.
We spent Labor Day weekend at the lake with my parents. My dad and husband went hunting as they do every Labor Day while the rest of us did as much non-labor as we could. The weather was wonderful so we let Ezra outside most of the day that Saturday. He roamed the land and sniffed at stuff and I was amazed at how well he was getting around. In the back of mind I knew I should have brought him back in, but he was having such a good time, I just wanted to watch him. I remember saying to my mom, "See, he's not too bad for a 14 1/2 year old dog".
The next morning that tumor on his leg had doubled in size. It was red. Blood red. That's when my heart started to ache.
When the menfolk returned the next day they confirmed what I already suspected, that tumor was bleeding inside. Of course, that's a bad thing.
I honestly thought he'd die that day. I don't know nothing about no bleeding tumors, but we brought him home and waited. He ate bacon wrapped New York strip steak one night. Rare bacon cheeseburgers the next night. Spaghetti meatballs and an entire bunch of bananas the next.
He didn't seem to be in any pain and he was still able to get up and down and go outside and most especially eat anything given to him plus beg for whatever I had, which was gladly given.
On Sunday my husband and my dad left for their yearly trip out west. No one needs to tell me how selfish he was to leave at that time. The money was spent, the trip long planned and I sent him on his way. To be honest, I enjoy this particular trip because my mom always comes to stay and she will pick the kids up from school relieving me of the pick-up line for four days and, well, if you have kids and have done the pick-up line you know how much I was looking forward to it.
Also on Sunday. Ezra couldn't stand up as long as he had been. If you weren't looking for it, you probably wouldn't have noticed it, but that ache was in my heart. I was looking for it. I smiled and waved and prayed he'd live until they got back.
Also on Sunday. I got the shingles. Coincidence? I think not.
Ezra did pretty well Monday and Tuesday. He was still eating and walking and getting up and down, just more slowly and the desire to trot all the way across the kitchen to beg for my food just wasn't worth it anymore. I brought the food to him.
On Wednesday the tumor began bleeding. Just a tiny little speck, you'd almost miss it if you weren't looking for it, but you know I was looking for it. That ache became a pound. I sobbed in my bathroom for two hours and then I pulled myself together and spent the night on the floor with my first furry baby. Every time I'd cry he'd shiver. I thought he was in pain and maybe he was, but if I stopped crying, he'd stop shivering. It broke my heart because I knew, even in his death, that dog was wanting so much to take my own pain away. I had to be strong for him and I tried, but it was hard.
By Thursday morning there were four more spots and they were bleeding more. When I took him outside I could not believe the pool of blood under him. He hung his head in shame. I told him over and over how I was not mad at him but he'd lost his dignity at that point. He didn't like being a burden on us.
I had to work that day, although really, I probably didn't. My boss would've let me stay home, but I couldn't. I needed my pounding heart to calm down. My mom, God love her, stayed home and petted that dog all morning until the menfolk arrived again. My cell started ringing as soon as my morning was finished and I knew. I didn't answer for half an hour but when I did my husband was sobbing. "You know what I need to do?" Of course I did. I had known it since the ache crept in.
I went home and spent ten minutes crying over my first baby. I told him how very much I loved him and what a great brother he'd been to the children. I told him I knew he'd be there to greet me when it was my time, in fact, I am sure he'll push everyone else out of the way to get to me first. I told him I knew he loved me and he had taken such good care of me all these years but I was able to do it myself now. He's gotten me through those very hard infant nights and friendless days and now it was his turn to go to Laura and Sadie and Mimi and Haley and RUN.....Run like the damn wind that we'd all be okay......eventually.
I took plaster paw prints and brushed some hair into a bag and then my sister drove me back to work while they took him in my car.
We told the children we had to take him to the vet because of the bleeding tumor and he died while he was there. I suspect Jacob knows the truth, but he hasn't said anything. We must have been pretty convincing because this morning my sister says to me, "I can't believe he died as soon as you got him to the vet." I was always the smart one.
Our home is so empty. I never realized how much that dog was a part of the minutes of my day. Every time I passed him I bent down to give him a pat, I still find myself gearing up to do so when I pass his favorite spot. I tossed him our pizza crust the other night. It got sauce on the carpet because no one was there to get it. We went out to eat this morning and it was sad not to be greeted at the door with his nose in the air wondering what we'd brought him in the bag. Plus, my goodness, how much food my youngest two children waste. I have always just absentmindedly scraped what's left in his bowl not really paying attention, but, WOW, that dog has eaten really well since they came along.
So I read the book The Art of Racing in the Rain at the recommendation of a friend who thought I needed to read it after this week. It was okay. I think I may need to read it again because I suspect I am still in somewhat of a fog, but my first impression, eh.
But I do think I will go back and finish Marley and Me. I have lived the whole book now. I know what's coming. I can do it now, because I know it cannot be as bad as the real thing.
Ezra Kieran
February 20, 1998 - September 13, 2012
Fourteen years, six months, 24 days
Best. Dog. Ever.
I never finished it though. Marley got old and Marley got sick and then I closed the book never to open it up again. The same is to be said of the movie every time it comes on TBS. Owen Wilson starts to look a little grieved and I switch the channel. Lalalalalalala. I know not what you are speaking.
Yet.
Now I do.
That sweet Ezra held on as long as he could. He tried so hard for me. I could see in his eyes he just wanted to make it all right, make my sadness stop, do whatever he could to make things stay the same, but such is the passage of time and the way of life. None of us, animals included, are made to last forever. His will was so strong, yet his body was so weak.
We spent Labor Day weekend at the lake with my parents. My dad and husband went hunting as they do every Labor Day while the rest of us did as much non-labor as we could. The weather was wonderful so we let Ezra outside most of the day that Saturday. He roamed the land and sniffed at stuff and I was amazed at how well he was getting around. In the back of mind I knew I should have brought him back in, but he was having such a good time, I just wanted to watch him. I remember saying to my mom, "See, he's not too bad for a 14 1/2 year old dog".
The next morning that tumor on his leg had doubled in size. It was red. Blood red. That's when my heart started to ache.
When the menfolk returned the next day they confirmed what I already suspected, that tumor was bleeding inside. Of course, that's a bad thing.
I honestly thought he'd die that day. I don't know nothing about no bleeding tumors, but we brought him home and waited. He ate bacon wrapped New York strip steak one night. Rare bacon cheeseburgers the next night. Spaghetti meatballs and an entire bunch of bananas the next.
He didn't seem to be in any pain and he was still able to get up and down and go outside and most especially eat anything given to him plus beg for whatever I had, which was gladly given.
On Sunday my husband and my dad left for their yearly trip out west. No one needs to tell me how selfish he was to leave at that time. The money was spent, the trip long planned and I sent him on his way. To be honest, I enjoy this particular trip because my mom always comes to stay and she will pick the kids up from school relieving me of the pick-up line for four days and, well, if you have kids and have done the pick-up line you know how much I was looking forward to it.
Also on Sunday. Ezra couldn't stand up as long as he had been. If you weren't looking for it, you probably wouldn't have noticed it, but that ache was in my heart. I was looking for it. I smiled and waved and prayed he'd live until they got back.
Also on Sunday. I got the shingles. Coincidence? I think not.
Ezra did pretty well Monday and Tuesday. He was still eating and walking and getting up and down, just more slowly and the desire to trot all the way across the kitchen to beg for my food just wasn't worth it anymore. I brought the food to him.
On Wednesday the tumor began bleeding. Just a tiny little speck, you'd almost miss it if you weren't looking for it, but you know I was looking for it. That ache became a pound. I sobbed in my bathroom for two hours and then I pulled myself together and spent the night on the floor with my first furry baby. Every time I'd cry he'd shiver. I thought he was in pain and maybe he was, but if I stopped crying, he'd stop shivering. It broke my heart because I knew, even in his death, that dog was wanting so much to take my own pain away. I had to be strong for him and I tried, but it was hard.
By Thursday morning there were four more spots and they were bleeding more. When I took him outside I could not believe the pool of blood under him. He hung his head in shame. I told him over and over how I was not mad at him but he'd lost his dignity at that point. He didn't like being a burden on us.
I had to work that day, although really, I probably didn't. My boss would've let me stay home, but I couldn't. I needed my pounding heart to calm down. My mom, God love her, stayed home and petted that dog all morning until the menfolk arrived again. My cell started ringing as soon as my morning was finished and I knew. I didn't answer for half an hour but when I did my husband was sobbing. "You know what I need to do?" Of course I did. I had known it since the ache crept in.
I went home and spent ten minutes crying over my first baby. I told him how very much I loved him and what a great brother he'd been to the children. I told him I knew he'd be there to greet me when it was my time, in fact, I am sure he'll push everyone else out of the way to get to me first. I told him I knew he loved me and he had taken such good care of me all these years but I was able to do it myself now. He's gotten me through those very hard infant nights and friendless days and now it was his turn to go to Laura and Sadie and Mimi and Haley and RUN.....Run like the damn wind that we'd all be okay......eventually.
I took plaster paw prints and brushed some hair into a bag and then my sister drove me back to work while they took him in my car.
We told the children we had to take him to the vet because of the bleeding tumor and he died while he was there. I suspect Jacob knows the truth, but he hasn't said anything. We must have been pretty convincing because this morning my sister says to me, "I can't believe he died as soon as you got him to the vet." I was always the smart one.
Our home is so empty. I never realized how much that dog was a part of the minutes of my day. Every time I passed him I bent down to give him a pat, I still find myself gearing up to do so when I pass his favorite spot. I tossed him our pizza crust the other night. It got sauce on the carpet because no one was there to get it. We went out to eat this morning and it was sad not to be greeted at the door with his nose in the air wondering what we'd brought him in the bag. Plus, my goodness, how much food my youngest two children waste. I have always just absentmindedly scraped what's left in his bowl not really paying attention, but, WOW, that dog has eaten really well since they came along.
So I read the book The Art of Racing in the Rain at the recommendation of a friend who thought I needed to read it after this week. It was okay. I think I may need to read it again because I suspect I am still in somewhat of a fog, but my first impression, eh.
But I do think I will go back and finish Marley and Me. I have lived the whole book now. I know what's coming. I can do it now, because I know it cannot be as bad as the real thing.
Ezra Kieran
February 20, 1998 - September 13, 2012
Fourteen years, six months, 24 days
Best. Dog. Ever.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
I'm Going To Disney World.....One Day
I am sitting here, with my trusty dog and my trusty laptop. I can hear very faintly the sounds of Jake and the Never Land Pirates under the constant and grating screaming coming from our second story. You can never find quiet in this house. Our walls are filled with the fighting, the swearing, the destruction of once-loved playthings. My oldest son requests to be home-schooled and I laugh every time he brings it up. I can't help it. I would love nothing more than to have all my children home under one roof, soaking up knowledge that I give them, spending time exploring more than an eight hour day, but there's no way I can. It is 9:15 a.m. and I need a drink. Or a cigarette. Or both. Yet, I don't do either. If the vidodin didn't give me a raging headache, I'd be all over those. Instead I turn to Facebook and lose myself and my mind in my damn Frontier. I hate that Frontier.
We have yet another therapist to add to our list of after-school activities. She specializes in autism spectrum disorders. His other therapist felt she would be a better fit. Oh, she will continue to see him, but not as much, letting this other woman "do her magic". In other words, he's being dumped. Even his THERAPIST has given up.
*sigh*
New therapist thinks he should be tested. Again. We can go to Disney in the spring or retest.
You know what?
We're going to Disney.
You know what else? Jacob doesn't want to go. Part of me wants to grant him that wish too, because I am just so. very. tired. of the drama every. single. day.
He'll come with us, of course. I would hate myself for not taking him, but I am sure I will be punished every minute of our expensive vacation for it.
I spent over six hundred dollars this summer plus the gas driving twice daily two towns over so Jacob could attend art camp. I could say, and I will, that I did it so he could finally fit in, do something he truly enjoys, and find a friend who gets him and actually wants to do things with him.
But it's my blog and I'll be brutally honest here: I did it so he wasn't here all day.
Those art teachers were so complimentary of me doing so much to better my child's artistic skills and I just smiled and nodded and thought how so very happy I was to have some peace and quiet for seven solid hours.
School starts in two days. I have been dreading it for five years. My baby is going to kindergarten. See, I just teared up typing that. I really should be writing about that...and maybe I will, but now, it's just the constant screaming and complete unhappiness that makes me so very happy for Thursday. I will miss Elizabeth so much, but I cannot wait for these boys to get the hell out. I have tried all summer to create meaningful experiences for them, make memories, work as a team, and still.....Jacob doesn't like us. We get in the way of his, I don't know, laziness? If I won't buy him new Legos or let him spend fourteen hours a day on the computer, or ask him to please put his dish in the sink than he hates me....hates us all.....wishes we'd die and he could do whatever he wanted, yet he can't even fathom that if we did? It would not be that way at all for him.
ADD or Tweener?
Either way.....I can't wait for school to start on Thursday.
For him.
We have yet another therapist to add to our list of after-school activities. She specializes in autism spectrum disorders. His other therapist felt she would be a better fit. Oh, she will continue to see him, but not as much, letting this other woman "do her magic". In other words, he's being dumped. Even his THERAPIST has given up.
*sigh*
New therapist thinks he should be tested. Again. We can go to Disney in the spring or retest.
You know what?
We're going to Disney.
You know what else? Jacob doesn't want to go. Part of me wants to grant him that wish too, because I am just so. very. tired. of the drama every. single. day.
He'll come with us, of course. I would hate myself for not taking him, but I am sure I will be punished every minute of our expensive vacation for it.
I spent over six hundred dollars this summer plus the gas driving twice daily two towns over so Jacob could attend art camp. I could say, and I will, that I did it so he could finally fit in, do something he truly enjoys, and find a friend who gets him and actually wants to do things with him.
But it's my blog and I'll be brutally honest here: I did it so he wasn't here all day.
Those art teachers were so complimentary of me doing so much to better my child's artistic skills and I just smiled and nodded and thought how so very happy I was to have some peace and quiet for seven solid hours.
School starts in two days. I have been dreading it for five years. My baby is going to kindergarten. See, I just teared up typing that. I really should be writing about that...and maybe I will, but now, it's just the constant screaming and complete unhappiness that makes me so very happy for Thursday. I will miss Elizabeth so much, but I cannot wait for these boys to get the hell out. I have tried all summer to create meaningful experiences for them, make memories, work as a team, and still.....Jacob doesn't like us. We get in the way of his, I don't know, laziness? If I won't buy him new Legos or let him spend fourteen hours a day on the computer, or ask him to please put his dish in the sink than he hates me....hates us all.....wishes we'd die and he could do whatever he wanted, yet he can't even fathom that if we did? It would not be that way at all for him.
ADD or Tweener?
Either way.....I can't wait for school to start on Thursday.
For him.
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