All quiet on the Nelly front
The boy is off to hockey practice with my dad, and the girl is outside playing with the neighbor kids. The dog is napping on his recliner. Hopefully, the husband is on the train coming home and I have more than a couple of minutes to try to organize my thoughts.
We bought a twin bed for the boy this weekend. He was long past the stage of being in a toddler-sized bed, to the point that I had no idea how the hell he was sleeping every night. We went out and got him a couple of sets of cool sheets, made sure we had a bed rail on the side away from the wall, and off he went. He also came home with his first round of homework for the school year, but it's not much and he has until Friday to do it all. The only sticky part is that he has to read every night and record what he reads in a journal. Kind of a pain in the ass, but at least it will give us an excuse to sit down and be quiet for 20 minutes a night. He had gym today and reported that school was fine.
I had to submit to another background check to volunteer at his school again. I have to do this every year, which annoyed me until my mother pointed out that I could have gone on some kind of crime bender over the summer and without a new check the school would have no idea. Then it made sense. One of my daughter's friend's mom also complained about the same thing so at least I don't feel too stupid.
This other mom, however, has a way of making me feel about two inches tall sometimes. First she complained about summer being over because she wanted to keep all her kids at home with her and I was all, WTF? I couldn't wait for school to start because I could get stuff done again without dragging the kids along to complain and whine about how bored they were. Today when my daughter went to pre-school I went to the wholesale club and started my Christmas shopping. I came home and hid the gifts, then went out to the supermarket to get supper for tonight and a couple of other things in peace and quiet and damn I was really quick because there was no one but me to load into the car.
Also this other mom insists that she never feeds her kids canned food, frozen meals or Lunchables, because she wants their food to be homemade at all times. Again, does she not appreciate convenience even a little? I'm all for not plugging my kids up with chemicals and hormones, but baked chicken nuggets with a little ketchup on the side are not going to harm them every once in a while, for Christ's sake. My kids love Chef Boy-R-Dee and I think that makes me "normal." In fact sometimes they prefer it to what I cook; not that I am a horrible cook but I don't like to do it all the time and I am not exactly creative. And I figure whatever time I save not cooking I can spend with them.
The final thing that annoyed me about this other mom this week is that she said she had to go outside every day or she'd go crazy, wasn't I like that too? And I'm all like, no, afraid not. I could happily stay cooped up in the house until the cows come home as long as I have the computer, some tunes and the TV. I am not an outdoors type of girl, unless you count walking the dog in nice weather. And the other mom looks at me like I'm some sort of alien for not agreeing with her judgmental ass and I'm like you know what? I don't think you and I will ever be close friends. I didn't say it out loud, but I bet she was thinking it too and it's too bad because our kids really like each other.
I have to go cook dinner now. Not entirely homemade, if you must know.
We bought a twin bed for the boy this weekend. He was long past the stage of being in a toddler-sized bed, to the point that I had no idea how the hell he was sleeping every night. We went out and got him a couple of sets of cool sheets, made sure we had a bed rail on the side away from the wall, and off he went. He also came home with his first round of homework for the school year, but it's not much and he has until Friday to do it all. The only sticky part is that he has to read every night and record what he reads in a journal. Kind of a pain in the ass, but at least it will give us an excuse to sit down and be quiet for 20 minutes a night. He had gym today and reported that school was fine.
I had to submit to another background check to volunteer at his school again. I have to do this every year, which annoyed me until my mother pointed out that I could have gone on some kind of crime bender over the summer and without a new check the school would have no idea. Then it made sense. One of my daughter's friend's mom also complained about the same thing so at least I don't feel too stupid.
This other mom, however, has a way of making me feel about two inches tall sometimes. First she complained about summer being over because she wanted to keep all her kids at home with her and I was all, WTF? I couldn't wait for school to start because I could get stuff done again without dragging the kids along to complain and whine about how bored they were. Today when my daughter went to pre-school I went to the wholesale club and started my Christmas shopping. I came home and hid the gifts, then went out to the supermarket to get supper for tonight and a couple of other things in peace and quiet and damn I was really quick because there was no one but me to load into the car.
Also this other mom insists that she never feeds her kids canned food, frozen meals or Lunchables, because she wants their food to be homemade at all times. Again, does she not appreciate convenience even a little? I'm all for not plugging my kids up with chemicals and hormones, but baked chicken nuggets with a little ketchup on the side are not going to harm them every once in a while, for Christ's sake. My kids love Chef Boy-R-Dee and I think that makes me "normal." In fact sometimes they prefer it to what I cook; not that I am a horrible cook but I don't like to do it all the time and I am not exactly creative. And I figure whatever time I save not cooking I can spend with them.
The final thing that annoyed me about this other mom this week is that she said she had to go outside every day or she'd go crazy, wasn't I like that too? And I'm all like, no, afraid not. I could happily stay cooped up in the house until the cows come home as long as I have the computer, some tunes and the TV. I am not an outdoors type of girl, unless you count walking the dog in nice weather. And the other mom looks at me like I'm some sort of alien for not agreeing with her judgmental ass and I'm like you know what? I don't think you and I will ever be close friends. I didn't say it out loud, but I bet she was thinking it too and it's too bad because our kids really like each other.
I have to go cook dinner now. Not entirely homemade, if you must know.