Shakespeare's soothsayer was so spot on. Last night's and this morning's developments are just too deliciously evil not to share. I apologize for the novella.
I am having the morning from freaking hell and I just want to run away. Owen had massive homework last night and was all crabby when I had him correct over half of it that was WRONG! I was even super patient Mom. Like SUPER patient. He had to finish a book they are reading in class and was in a bad mood. I found out this morning that the bad mood wasn't related to actually reading the book, but to the vocabulary sheet that he was supposed to be doing AS he read the book. He couldn't find it in his rat's nest of papers in his binder (5 min of my searching amazingly found it - what a surprise) and when I pulled it out there were at least 50, not 5, 50! words he had to do in like 15 minutes. Not happening. So he did them and went into school late.
Finn decides he is not going to school today. Oh, how wrong he was. He has state assessments today and no matter how much I hate those things, he was going more for the fact that he had an after school detention because he "forgot" to go to two lunch detentions. Large argument ensued. He chose not to eat breakfast in an attempt to be all defiant. I didn't give a crap. He is at school.
Evan has decided he is putting a moratorium on any history homework (2 of 4 of his classes). He hasn't handed in any homework, like 8 items, in the past week and a half. WTF! I mean W.T.F! He is living in lala land thinking every college in America will open doors to him and his 3.2 sucky nothing special about me typical white boy with no extracurricular activities GPA. WTF!
Craig is supposed to email Owen's scout leader about scout camp and what merit badges he wants to do this summer. Registration is TODAY. The scout master and I have reminded Craig about this verbally and in email form for the past week. Everyday. He has spoken to Owen, they have decided. Why can't he shoot off a quick email in the morning as he is sitting on the goddamn toilet for an hour? So I call this morning into his work and ask if he sent the info to the scout master. Silence. "No." I ask for the info. He swears he will do it from work. I am about to start laughing so hysterically on the verge of hysterically crying.
Finn has a doctor appointment this afternoon. Craig took him to the second visit last week with a check for the doctor. Did he pay the doctor with the check that was filled out and signed by me? Of course not. That would involve reaching into his wallet and searching for the piece of paper that he knew was in there. He says he wasn't sure about the protocol. Such a laughably ridiculous statement. Uuuuuuuuhhhhh, protocol? So now I get to pay the doctor twice for the second and third session today. Which makes me look so freaking lame that we skipped payment on the second session.
To top it all off, my usually shy and reclusive cat is spinning in circles everywhere in the house. She snuck upstairs to our bedroom level and I think she is aware that a mouse in a cage resides above her. It is driving her insane.
I have never really wanted daughters ever. Well today, I want at least one responsible daughter who is organized, remembers things, enjoys school and hangs her clothes without reminders. I know she would be mine if I had had her. Instead I got boys who endearingly are exactly like their father, comprised of every single attribute I would change about him with few of the qualities I actually prefer. I can't remember if Caesar had any children and I am too lazy to Google it right now. Lucky for his wife and the Roman Empire if he didn't.
I do love my family. I just don't like them much right now.
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I am having the morning from freaking hell and I just want to run away. Owen had massive homework last night and was all crabby when I had him correct over half of it that was WRONG! I was even super patient Mom. Like SUPER patient. He had to finish a book they are reading in class and was in a bad mood. I found out this morning that the bad mood wasn't related to actually reading the book, but to the vocabulary sheet that he was supposed to be doing AS he read the book. He couldn't find it in his rat's nest of papers in his binder (5 min of my searching amazingly found it - what a surprise) and when I pulled it out there were at least 50, not 5, 50! words he had to do in like 15 minutes. Not happening. So he did them and went into school late.
Finn decides he is not going to school today. Oh, how wrong he was. He has state assessments today and no matter how much I hate those things, he was going more for the fact that he had an after school detention because he "forgot" to go to two lunch detentions. Large argument ensued. He chose not to eat breakfast in an attempt to be all defiant. I didn't give a crap. He is at school.
Evan has decided he is putting a moratorium on any history homework (2 of 4 of his classes). He hasn't handed in any homework, like 8 items, in the past week and a half. WTF! I mean W.T.F! He is living in lala land thinking every college in America will open doors to him and his 3.2 sucky nothing special about me typical white boy with no extracurricular activities GPA. WTF!
Craig is supposed to email Owen's scout leader about scout camp and what merit badges he wants to do this summer. Registration is TODAY. The scout master and I have reminded Craig about this verbally and in email form for the past week. Everyday. He has spoken to Owen, they have decided. Why can't he shoot off a quick email in the morning as he is sitting on the goddamn toilet for an hour? So I call this morning into his work and ask if he sent the info to the scout master. Silence. "No." I ask for the info. He swears he will do it from work. I am about to start laughing so hysterically on the verge of hysterically crying.
Finn has a doctor appointment this afternoon. Craig took him to the second visit last week with a check for the doctor. Did he pay the doctor with the check that was filled out and signed by me? Of course not. That would involve reaching into his wallet and searching for the piece of paper that he knew was in there. He says he wasn't sure about the protocol. Such a laughably ridiculous statement. Uuuuuuuuhhhhh, protocol? So now I get to pay the doctor twice for the second and third session today. Which makes me look so freaking lame that we skipped payment on the second session.
To top it all off, my usually shy and reclusive cat is spinning in circles everywhere in the house. She snuck upstairs to our bedroom level and I think she is aware that a mouse in a cage resides above her. It is driving her insane.
I have never really wanted daughters ever. Well today, I want at least one responsible daughter who is organized, remembers things, enjoys school and hangs her clothes without reminders. I know she would be mine if I had had her. Instead I got boys who endearingly are exactly like their father, comprised of every single attribute I would change about him with few of the qualities I actually prefer. I can't remember if Caesar had any children and I am too lazy to Google it right now. Lucky for his wife and the Roman Empire if he didn't.
I do love my family. I just don't like them much right now.
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