Big Kid: Guess what we had for snack today?
Ashley: What?
Big Kid: Somefing REALLY special.
Ashley: What? Who brought it?
Big Kid: ICE CREAM!!
Ashley: Ice cream? You had ice cream for snack at school? Who brought it?
Big Kid: Mrs. klASS mom.
Ashley: Oh. How nice of Mrs. klASS mom.
Big Kid: Yeah, it was awesome. Can you get me a drink please, Mrs. klASS mom?
Ashley: My name isn't Mrs. klASS mom, you know that.
Big Kid: I know, I was just pretendin' dat she was my mom. 'Cuz Kelly's mom is really cool. She has a little sisteh dat she brings wif her when she volunteers in da classroom--a little sisteh dat talks like perfect. Not like little kid. She talks...good.
Ashley: Good for them. They sound wonderful.
Big Kid: Dey are.
edited to add: I was just picking out class snack today as a matter of fact and passed up really cute bakery cookies because I thought I'd be all politically correct and not give them junk. I got popcorn balls instead. Fuck popcorn balls, I'm going back and at least getting the cookies. Maybe cupcakes. Screw the mess, I'll be cool like klASS mom. Bitch.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Quiet Entry
I just walked into the house, carrying a sleeping little kid, cringing when opening the door waiting for yapping and barking to commence at the sight of me...and walked into total silence.
The dogs were both there, staring at me, not bothering to get up. They just don't feel the need to herald my arrival as if I was an intruder every time they see me, like Heidi Louise used to.
I fucking hated that she did that. I couldn't go to the mailbox and back without being treated like a terrorist when re-entering the house. But there I was today, putting a still sleeping little kid into his crib, and dripping tears at the lack of commotion.
That was 15 minutes ago and I'm still sitting here wiping away tears. I just can't believe I still miss her this much, even the parts of her that I thought I hated.
:-(
The dogs were both there, staring at me, not bothering to get up. They just don't feel the need to herald my arrival as if I was an intruder every time they see me, like Heidi Louise used to.
I fucking hated that she did that. I couldn't go to the mailbox and back without being treated like a terrorist when re-entering the house. But there I was today, putting a still sleeping little kid into his crib, and dripping tears at the lack of commotion.
That was 15 minutes ago and I'm still sitting here wiping away tears. I just can't believe I still miss her this much, even the parts of her that I thought I hated.
:-(
That Bitch
Okay, I wasn't going to tell you all because he was so embarrassed...but Big Kid had an accident at school last Friday.
So the school nurse changed his clothes and sent a note home saying, "Your child needed a change of clothes today. Please be so kind as to wash and return them ASAP."
That bitch is now Big Kid's mortal enemy.
He had told me himself, rushed out as if it wasn't a big deal. "Hudson got a warning today and I dest had a little accident but it was no big deal I dest went to da media center and got new shorts, but can you bewieve Hudson got anudder warning?"
"Wait...what?? You wet your pants??"
(picking at his lip)...."yeah. Are you embawwassed of me?"
"No, of course not. Were you embarrassed though? I'm sorry that happened to you."
"It was no big deal."
So, although I was shocked, I moved on. Later that night Mr. Ashley mentioned the note and Big Kid came UNGLUED. Although we read it to him several times, assured him that she didn't tell us anything, she just wanted her shorts back--he was just fucking furious that she had the nerve to send a note home to his parents.
He also had taken the clean undies off and put his wet ones back on--not taking into account I'd be wondering about the pair of clean undies that weren't his in his backpack. So there was some attempt at covering his tracks about this whole thing. He fessed up himself but he was PISSED that the nurse tried to contact us. They are no longer friends and won't be ever again, according to him.
So the school nurse changed his clothes and sent a note home saying, "Your child needed a change of clothes today. Please be so kind as to wash and return them ASAP."
That bitch is now Big Kid's mortal enemy.
He had told me himself, rushed out as if it wasn't a big deal. "Hudson got a warning today and I dest had a little accident but it was no big deal I dest went to da media center and got new shorts, but can you bewieve Hudson got anudder warning?"
"Wait...what?? You wet your pants??"
(picking at his lip)...."yeah. Are you embawwassed of me?"
"No, of course not. Were you embarrassed though? I'm sorry that happened to you."
"It was no big deal."
So, although I was shocked, I moved on. Later that night Mr. Ashley mentioned the note and Big Kid came UNGLUED. Although we read it to him several times, assured him that she didn't tell us anything, she just wanted her shorts back--he was just fucking furious that she had the nerve to send a note home to his parents.
He also had taken the clean undies off and put his wet ones back on--not taking into account I'd be wondering about the pair of clean undies that weren't his in his backpack. So there was some attempt at covering his tracks about this whole thing. He fessed up himself but he was PISSED that the nurse tried to contact us. They are no longer friends and won't be ever again, according to him.
Note from little kid
Leather cleaner does NOT work well as a shampoo. It sprays on quite nicely and lathers up fantastically once you get it wet, but you don't want to get that shit in your eyes or have to rinse your hair until the water runs clean.
He just thought he'd save you the trouble of trying it, he's been experimenting with spraying different things he finds under the kitchen sink in his hair and leather cleaner didn't work for him.
He just thought he'd save you the trouble of trying it, he's been experimenting with spraying different things he finds under the kitchen sink in his hair and leather cleaner didn't work for him.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
8s and 9s
Mr. Ashley: Ms. D says you need to work on your 8s and your 9s.
Big Kid: She said dat?? In my homework foder, she wrote dat?
Mr. Ashley: Yes, it looks like you need to straighten out the line on your 9s.
Big Kid: I'm dest mad at my teatser now. I can't believe she said dat.
Mr. Ashley: You can't be mad at her. She even wrote a smiley face, she's not being mean.
Big Kid: (sitting there stewing silently)...I'm writin' a note back, is what I'm gonna do. Wif an exwamation point at da end.
Mr. Ashley: You most certainly will not. You would never. You don't get on your teacher about this.
Big Kid: It wouldn't be a mad exwamation point, dest an excited one.
Mr. Ashley: No notes, no exclamation points. At all.
Big Kid: (more fuming)...Mudder, get me an eraser, I'm erasin' what she wrote. I'm dest so mad at her.
Mr. Ashley: Don't have a bad attitude about this. Don't you dare erase her note or write her back.
Big Kid: 8s and 9s are dest hard. My 8s and 9s are fine, dey are lookin' good. I'm startin' over. I need a whole new maf book. I can't bewieve she did dis to me.
Big Kid: She said dat?? In my homework foder, she wrote dat?
Mr. Ashley: Yes, it looks like you need to straighten out the line on your 9s.
Big Kid: I'm dest mad at my teatser now. I can't believe she said dat.
Mr. Ashley: You can't be mad at her. She even wrote a smiley face, she's not being mean.
Big Kid: (sitting there stewing silently)...I'm writin' a note back, is what I'm gonna do. Wif an exwamation point at da end.
Mr. Ashley: You most certainly will not. You would never. You don't get on your teacher about this.
Big Kid: It wouldn't be a mad exwamation point, dest an excited one.
Mr. Ashley: No notes, no exclamation points. At all.
Big Kid: (more fuming)...Mudder, get me an eraser, I'm erasin' what she wrote. I'm dest so mad at her.
Mr. Ashley: Don't have a bad attitude about this. Don't you dare erase her note or write her back.
Big Kid: 8s and 9s are dest hard. My 8s and 9s are fine, dey are lookin' good. I'm startin' over. I need a whole new maf book. I can't bewieve she did dis to me.
Almost Caught Up
I was so happy yesterday because I felt halfway caught up--or at least not like I was pedaling backwards--with work stuff and my day seemed surprisingly normal and scheduled. I even did a load of dishes.
Mr. Ashley got home around 7pm and I went into our bedroom for a moment...and somehow fell asleep until it was time to take the kids to school this morning.
Which means I managed to fall behind since I didn't get my night time work done, which puts me right back into the cycle of craziness.
Damn.
Mr. Ashley got home around 7pm and I went into our bedroom for a moment...and somehow fell asleep until it was time to take the kids to school this morning.
Which means I managed to fall behind since I didn't get my night time work done, which puts me right back into the cycle of craziness.
Damn.
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