Today we had a meeting at the little guy’s school to discuss his speech therapy program. While I was waiting in the office, his teacher stopped in and sat beside me. She told me that she wanted to discuss something that happened in class today. She warned that it wasn’t a big deal, but that she’d kept the little guy in for recess. Turns out, he was copying a friend’s answers during a listening/writing activity – complete with misspellings and an exclamation point!
Now, don’t get me wrong, I take cheating very seriously, but since he’s number three, I’ve learned a thing or two about what goes on in school. When the big guy was the same age, he would come home and confess to me about something he got in trouble for and I would instantly call the teacher and explain how “seriously” we took education and that there would be consequences at home as well. Fast forward 7 years, and I know when to let the school discipline just be, and when I have to step in.
So, although I figured staying in for recess and discussing the “incident” would suffice, I couldn’t help but wonder if the little guy would tell me about it. The bigs talk to me about everything. Surely my little guy would come home and tell me what happened. Not.
Just imagine me trying to pry the info from the little guy…”So, honey, how was school?” “What’d you do at recess?”…Nothing. No info coming my way. By the time dinner came, I could take it no more! So I came out with a direct question:
“How was recess today?”
And do you know what the answer was? A suspicious “WHY would you even ask me that?”
Not, “I’m so sorry Mommy, I got in trouble. I made a bad choice.”
Nooo, it was “WHY would you even ask me that?”
So, I just said, “I always ask you how recess was.”
“You do?” he replied.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“Good!” he cheerfully answered! Good? Staying in and discussing copying your friend’s answers is good??
All children are different. Even in the same family. Even if you think you’re raising them the same. But dammit, that number three, well, he sure is his own person. He’s got his own secret school life going on, and he’s not going to let me into it. No matter how hard I pry.
I guess I’ll just go with it. Let him figure out his way. Hope he learned his lesson. And sharpen my super sleuth skills – looks like I’m going to need them!
Every summer my kids create a “Summer Bucket List” of the things they’d like to do before going back to school. Every summer I forget about the list until the last week of July and spend all of August trying to get it checked off!
This year, all 3 of my kids will be going to school for the whole day. I’d love to say that I’m like the mom in the Staples commercial (It’s the most wonderful time of the year…), but I’m just not. It makes me so sad to be getting them ready to go back to school.
To make myself feel better and take my mind off of it, I’ve decided to create my own bucket list – the “While the Kids are in School Bucket List.” I’ve got 180 days to complete it. Here’s what I’ve got so far:
1. Deep clean the house. I know this one doesn’t sound like fun at all, but once accomplished, it will make all the other bucket list items that much funner!
2. Go to the beach. Alone. With a book. And an adult beverage. And possibly in a bikini.
3. Shop! Ikea, Garden City, the Outlets! 6 hours of shopping without ANYONE whining? Heaven.
4. Catch a matinee. Of a grown-up movie. Maybe with my husband.
5. Take a ski lesson(s). Playing “Lodge Mom” sucks and I’m not doing that again this winter.
6. Paint the kitchen. Then nag the crap out of my husband until he a.) puts in a new kitchen floor, or b.) pays someone to put in a new kitchen floor.
7. Learn how to use a crock pot. Well.
And…that’s all I’ve come up with so far. Any ideas? And, please, don’t say “get a job!”
I have to confess. The ensuing start of the school year is getting to me. I am more scatter brained than ever! As some of you know and many do not, I am adding one more to my list of job titles. Teacher. After almost 10 years at home, I am returning to work. Today was my first indication that I- might- not –be –ready. I got a call from the “GOD OF ALL PAPER WORK” in central office asking if I had turned in some forms.
Me: “Yes, of course I did. I dropped them off almost two weeks ago to the office.”
GOD OF ALL PAPER WORK: “Are you sure? You filled out all the tax forms?”
Me: “Oh, No. There are tax forms?”
GOD OF ALL PAPER WORK: ”Do you think you could come in and take care of that today?”
Me: “Sure, no problem.”
So off I go to take care of the gaggle of papers I thought I already filled out……but didn’t. Nice move. I’m lookin’ real smart right about now. When I got to the office I asked for the GOD OF ALL PAPER WORK and they told me to have a seat and she would be right with me. I waited patiently. She came out and sat down right next to me and spoke to me veeeerrrry sloooowly using piercing eye contact. I didn’t take this as a good sign. She then explained what had to be filled out and then asked if she could take a copy of my license.
Ok, I can handle this. Just fill out the forms and give her my license to copy. As I glanced at the pages before me, I have to say, they may as well have been written in Latin. I had not a clue what to do. Now don’t judge! Some of you are thinking that there must be something wrong with me, but the truth is I haven’t filled out forms like these in over 15 years! So what did I do?
I called my husband.
After I got over the fact that I had to call the hubby, and he proceeded to tell me he was in a meeting and couldn’t help me right now, but would call me back, I gathered my things and politely told the woman at the desk with all the dignity I had left that I needed time to look over the paper work and would return them tomorrow. She told me that they would also need a copy of my SS card. I have been home now for 5 hours and I can’t find that damn card. I am in trouble people!
I am in dire need of some organization! I need to start making lists and keep a calendar of sorts or maybe I need an assistant! Yes, that’s it! I need an assistant. Any takers out there?
I was really looking forward to my new job. I just need to make sure I don’t mess it up before I begin. I read a quote that said simply, “If you don’t start then you can’t finish. So get started!” I am off to a rocky start, but at least it is a start. Right?
I’ve wanted my kids to get out of school for weeks. You all know that. And I love them like crazy, really, I do. But since they got out of school I’ve had this headache. Not a migraine, not even a sinus headache. Just an always there, just under the surface headache. And my eye is twitching. Plus, I’m exhausted. Coincidence, I think not.
We’ve been to the beach 2 days and 2 nights, we’ve been to the movies, we’ve had friends over, we’ve gone on a hike, we’ve had 3 music lessons and a soccer practice. We’ve eaten more pizza, ice cream and Del’s than I care to recall. And it’s only been 5 days. I can’t keep up this pace!
I’ve been waiting the whole school year for this summer to come. I want to relax! We live by the beach and I live for the beach. That’s the only place I want to be this summer – at the beach with my kids!
Tonight and tomorrow are booked solid with 4th of July festivities. After that it’s nothing but beach, baby! I saw a sign at a local gift shop yesterday that read “Beach your children well.” That’s just what I intend to do. Just let me get a little rest first.
The kids get out of school today and I have, yet again, wasted one hundred and eighty days of possible toy and general kid crap recon! What was I thinking? I have the XL contractor sized black garbage bags, and lord knows we have the toys and kid crap. Why didn’t I get rid of it while they were in school? In less than six hours they’re going to bring even more crap home from school! And then for the next 10 weeks, they’re going to be up in my business if they catch me with a big black garbage bag.
Oh well, no sense dwelling on it now. Their last day is my last day too. I’m certainly not spending the last free time I have doing a toy recon. Plus, since they’ll be home now, maybe they can start picking up their own crap! I think I’ll start the chore “grab bag” here this summer. But not until the second day, I don’t want them to wish they were still in school!
I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open, and when they are open they’re burning. It’s 5:30 in the morning and I’m up because I stupidly decided to invited the little guy’s entire class over after school today for a pizza party. The only reason it’s stupid is because I have not been home all weekend! I ran to the market last night for a few things, but am up early to clean this house like it’s 1997 (pre-kids), prepare beautiful food for the adults and magically my make my yard look like I take care of it. All in 6 hours, with 3 school drop offs and one school pick-up mixed in there. Did I mention that somehow all of the little guy’s toys, and I mean ALL of them have ended up in the dining room? So unless I can fit a run to Home Depot for a door on the kitchen so no one can see the massive toy pile, I’ve gotta tackle that. And, maybe, just maybe, fit in a shower.
Not sure I’ll pull it all off. Actually, now that I’ve decided to blog instead of clean, the odds are stacking against me. And, seriously, because who would want to make this crap up – the dog just puked! I think I’ll go and get a coffee while everyone’s still asleep and try again in a little while…
Gia and Stacey are busy with field trips, field days, school concerts, band concerts, orchestra concerts, recitals, gymnastics shows, soccer playoffs, baseball games, moving up ceremonies, graduation parties, birthday parties, end of the year parties, meetings, planning teacher gifts, six kids, two dogs, two husbands and a partridge in a pear tree. We will return to blogging shortly. Thank you!