Tired and beat after a long day of answering mostly stupid questions at work. I just love when people hang up and then call back two minutes later just to ask the same dumb question in hopes that someone else will be answering the phone. And some even come back for thirds... But what I am truly amazed at... is the nicer I am, the more pissed off people get. Love it!!
Kids are getting ready for the home stretch... few more days and we're outta there! I can't even express how nice it will feel to be able to sleep in once in a while. Ahhhhh....
Convo today with Amber:
Amber: Hey mom...
Me: Ya Amber?
Amber: Can you tell me how a baby gets in your tummy? I know where it comes out *insert groan of disgust here* but how does it get in there?
Me: Amber, can we talk about this another day? I'm tired... And it's a long talk to have.
Amber: Sure... It sounds like it'll be gross anyway.
Me: (To myself) Hope you remember that in 10 years...
Monday, May 19, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Hmmmm
You know, I'm truly amazed at how many times a day I log on my computer, look at other people's blogs, read all about their life, sometimes get annoyed if they haven't updated in a while, and then log off without a thought. Because I have room to complain about that!!! I haven't blogged in over a month!!! I really need to get over myself...
We're doing ok. I use that "ok" pretty loosely. We still have no money and bills piling up all around us. And more bills.... And more bills.... Ok, you get it. I still haven't been crafting anything, not since putting pretty much everything away. Still haven't gotten over that one I guess. Only used the sewing machine once to turn some pants into some long shorts (you know, being broke and all). On the bright side, they turned out fairly well. One leg is a tad longer than the other, but it's not really noticeable unless I tell you about it. Which I do tell most everybody because I'm afraid you'll run home and tell everyone that I wear these stupid shorts around and have no clue that one leg is just a little longer than the other one. Again, need to get over myself...
Amber is doing well. Excited for school to be getting out next week. I can't believe this school year is gone already. We're pretty stoked for next year though, her 2nd grade teacher is pretty awesome (Michael had him). She is taking some time off from dance (more so for me, need a mental health break please), so all we will have is our busy Saturday with swim and gym. I'm good with that.
Michael has been getting teased at school about the dog bite on his face. I guess it's been going on for a while but he never told me because he was afraid I would be mad. Not at him of course, but just in general. And boy oh boy, was he ever right! Kids can be cruel, I know this first hand, having gone to school and all for 13 years. Duh... I am not tolerant whatsoever of this type of behavior. My kids do not laugh at others for anything (appearance, actions) and if they give the slightest hint that they might be considering it, I remind them of how this would make them feel. Not good. So I march into the classroom and talk it out with his teacher, and she calls him in and she wants names. Lo and behold, doesn't he give her the names of his two best friends and a few others?? WTF IS THAT??? I immediately burst into tears, and the rest is history. She talks to the kids, they in turn ask Michael why he told on them, so I give Michael all the permission in the world to throw me under the bus. "Sorry, it was my mom". I'm ok with that. Call me a bitch if you must children, but treating my son like crap is not ok. I tried to talk to him about his choice of friends, but he's 9. He's going to do what he wants to do as far as that goes, and I will have to learn that I cannot micro-manage every choice he makes. And that sucks...
My first thought on all of this is to pull him out of school and home-school him myself. And shortly after, realizing that this may be a tad drastic, I decided that I will let summer take its course and see what happens the next school year. But you better believe that if it gets worse and he wants me to do it, I'll do it. Because I love him something fierce, and it brings tears to my eyes even now thinking of somebody being mean to him. Being mean because he is a sweet, shy boy who doesn't like public speaking or giving his opinion because he is afraid of what people will think. And while that is all too familiar to me, it infuriates me to no end. I wish he would stand up for himself sometimes like he does at home. He won't take crap at home you know... Not from his sister or from us. He's like two different children wrapped up in one package. Both of which are wonderful, by the way.
He will be having his first plastic surgery at the beginning of June for his bite. We're hoping it helps with everything, but we can't put all of our eggs in that basket I know. Change comes from the inside, and it seems silly that I'm just now realizing the damage all of this has done to him. We denied help, thinking he would come out of it on his own. He truly seemed ok then, but not getting help is a decision that I will regret for a long time. But we will see how his surgery goes, and will have another summer of rest and healing. It's just not fair. Not fair at all.
But then again, life's just not fair is it?
I thank God every day that we have each other and we are healthy.
Oh, and also for the straight-jacket. =) Maybe I can get one in pink...
We're doing ok. I use that "ok" pretty loosely. We still have no money and bills piling up all around us. And more bills.... And more bills.... Ok, you get it. I still haven't been crafting anything, not since putting pretty much everything away. Still haven't gotten over that one I guess. Only used the sewing machine once to turn some pants into some long shorts (you know, being broke and all). On the bright side, they turned out fairly well. One leg is a tad longer than the other, but it's not really noticeable unless I tell you about it. Which I do tell most everybody because I'm afraid you'll run home and tell everyone that I wear these stupid shorts around and have no clue that one leg is just a little longer than the other one. Again, need to get over myself...
Amber is doing well. Excited for school to be getting out next week. I can't believe this school year is gone already. We're pretty stoked for next year though, her 2nd grade teacher is pretty awesome (Michael had him). She is taking some time off from dance (more so for me, need a mental health break please), so all we will have is our busy Saturday with swim and gym. I'm good with that.
Michael has been getting teased at school about the dog bite on his face. I guess it's been going on for a while but he never told me because he was afraid I would be mad. Not at him of course, but just in general. And boy oh boy, was he ever right! Kids can be cruel, I know this first hand, having gone to school and all for 13 years. Duh... I am not tolerant whatsoever of this type of behavior. My kids do not laugh at others for anything (appearance, actions) and if they give the slightest hint that they might be considering it, I remind them of how this would make them feel. Not good. So I march into the classroom and talk it out with his teacher, and she calls him in and she wants names. Lo and behold, doesn't he give her the names of his two best friends and a few others?? WTF IS THAT??? I immediately burst into tears, and the rest is history. She talks to the kids, they in turn ask Michael why he told on them, so I give Michael all the permission in the world to throw me under the bus. "Sorry, it was my mom". I'm ok with that. Call me a bitch if you must children, but treating my son like crap is not ok. I tried to talk to him about his choice of friends, but he's 9. He's going to do what he wants to do as far as that goes, and I will have to learn that I cannot micro-manage every choice he makes. And that sucks...
My first thought on all of this is to pull him out of school and home-school him myself. And shortly after, realizing that this may be a tad drastic, I decided that I will let summer take its course and see what happens the next school year. But you better believe that if it gets worse and he wants me to do it, I'll do it. Because I love him something fierce, and it brings tears to my eyes even now thinking of somebody being mean to him. Being mean because he is a sweet, shy boy who doesn't like public speaking or giving his opinion because he is afraid of what people will think. And while that is all too familiar to me, it infuriates me to no end. I wish he would stand up for himself sometimes like he does at home. He won't take crap at home you know... Not from his sister or from us. He's like two different children wrapped up in one package. Both of which are wonderful, by the way.
He will be having his first plastic surgery at the beginning of June for his bite. We're hoping it helps with everything, but we can't put all of our eggs in that basket I know. Change comes from the inside, and it seems silly that I'm just now realizing the damage all of this has done to him. We denied help, thinking he would come out of it on his own. He truly seemed ok then, but not getting help is a decision that I will regret for a long time. But we will see how his surgery goes, and will have another summer of rest and healing. It's just not fair. Not fair at all.
But then again, life's just not fair is it?
I thank God every day that we have each other and we are healthy.
Oh, and also for the straight-jacket. =) Maybe I can get one in pink...
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