Tuesday, 17 March 2009

• One of those days

  Yesterday was Liz's birthday. This was the end of the birthday frenzy that begins in December and doesn't end until March. From December 4th through March 16th, we celebrate 7 of the childrens birthdays and Matt's as well. Mine isn't until May and poor Alyssa is stuck all by herself in September. To say that I am sick of birthdays would be the ultimate understatement.

  So, to celebrate in fine style; Josh brought home a detention slip. Now, this detention thing really isn't a punishment for the child. Oh no, it is to punish me. Detentions are served the day following the parent being notified and they range from 30 minutes to one hour depending on the offense. He always seems to get these things on one of the two days that his dad can't pick him up. This means that I pick up Jake and Whitney and must drive back either within minutes of getting home or race over there at 3 and be in the back of a very long line to pick up Liz at her school at 3:10. I am not a happy parent.

  This morning I had to race like a mad woman to the store to pick up cupcakes. Liz decided on Sunday around 9 that she wanted to have cupcakes for her class since her birthday was the next day. Great, but forgot to ask her teacher on Friday and you need their permission prior to just showing up with cupcakes. I, trying to be an understanding parent, told her to make the request yesterday and we would pick them up Tuesday morning before school. I swear, I must have been drinking. What a stupid idea.

  Liz forgets we must leave early and is taking her sweet little time getting dressed. I am trying to not so gently remind her that this is her big idea and to get a move on. Mission accomplished and all the children are finally at school.

  I take a look at my car and realize that it needs a good cleaning. I take Caleb and Em over to the carwash; it is the drive through kind and they love it; and have the car washed. They offer free vacuum's with a wash so I head to the stall and clean my car nicely. I figure Matt will be pleased and I did my good deed for the day.

  I am almost home when my cell phone rings. It is the older kids school. This means either Whitney or Josh is in the office; AGAIN. Oh goodie, it is Whit. For some reason she has decided that PE is Satan's work and refuses to dress out hence she has been thrown out of class for the day. I handle that matter and think all is clear. Half an hour later the house phone rings. Once again it is the school. What in the world is it now? Well, Whit was sitting in the office awaiting her next class when she is caught using her cell phone. This is a big no-no and it is taken up for the third time. Now, I get to go up and pick it up after school. Oh lucky me!!

  The phone rings for yet a third time. This would now be the aforementioned PE teacher. He tells me how crappy her attitude is and that she is failing PE. How exactly does one fail PE? What she doesn't seem to understand is; if she doesn't have a passing grade in ALL classes, she does not get to participate in any 8th grade activities. The big graduation dance is coming up and she will have to sit at home and watch her boyfriend attend without her. Ugh.

  I am now on a rearranging spree to re direct my anger. The house is in an uproar and I am hoping to have it complete before Matt gets home.

  Tuesday is an epic fail around here. Hope yours is better!!

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