Checking In

I'm still alive, but barely. Maybe skull fractures take a long time to kill a person? I still have one heck of a headache. If the skull fracture doesn't do it, these kids will.

After playing 956 rounds of Imaginary Ice Cream Store (what kind of ice cream parlor is out of chocolate every freakin' time I ask??) and having the little kid cling to me and pick at me all day like a monkey, I'm seriously considering putting up the Superyard baby fence thingy around me and my computer.

I've got to get these last two photo shoots edited and uploaded because I have a shoot tomorrow and one the next day and I just can't stand to be more behind than I already am. However, this is difficult while listing the ingredients of a banana split and calming little kid down after he's realized the injustice of imaginary ice cream, after each imaginary bite.

On a totally unrelated note, I have some updates on The Jews:

-They have suckered us into buying school shirts for spirit day (I don't know if they call it that, that doesn't sound very Jewish). So not only did I get the pleasure of paying for an ugly t-shirt that says Shalom on it, I get to keep track of it and remember to send him to school in it each Friday. How fun is that?

-They also have a scam going where for you can pay seriously inflated prices so your kid can have pizza, juice and a cookie on Fridays. I've held my ground on this one and luckily Big Kid doesn't feel like an outcast yet, although sometimes he says his teacher gives him pizza and a cookie anyway.

-His teachers have come up with Indian names for each of the children based on their personalities (Shouldn't it be Native American names?). Big Kid's is Wise Owl. I love this. They also call him by his French name in the afternoons.

-The Jews are teaching him to recycle. I know, I know, I'm evil and lazy and selfish for not recycling. Really, I feel bad about it and sometimes I do it, but a lot of times I'm just not organized enough to care. It's on the list of things to start worrying about soon. HOWEVER, now The Jews are pushing it, which is great and all and I know they should, but I don't need one more person nagging me about anything, know what I mean? I also think their recycling efforts are ironic since they send home entire forests of paper each day that they expect me to keep track of.

-The other day I went to pick him up. Lately Mr. Ashley has been picking him up. I had the following exchange with a classmate:
Ansley: Who are you? Are you Big Kid's mom or somethin'?
Ashley: Yes, I am. Hi Ansley.
Ansley: Where's his dad?
Ashley: He's working.
Ansley: He never works.
Ashley: Oh yes, he does. He works all the time, he just takes a break to come get Big Kid.
Ansley: Well, he hasn't been working the last 2 weeks or so.
Ashley: Hmmm. I like the painting you're doing there.
Ansley: He hasn't. Usually kids moms pick them up. Except for Big Kid. His dad does.

I finally just started ignoring the little brat. Back off kiddo.

Okay, I'm not getting anywhere in my picture editing efforts and little kid is ripping my hair clip out of my hair, so I guess my attentions are better spent elsewhere.

I have other stuff to talk about, so hopefully I'll be back later. With the Superyard barrier as protection.