Thursday, October 22, 2009
Aside from my friends, one mom stayed.
Kids were having a blast, the mom and I strike up a little chat.
Then the magic words came.
"My son has expressive receptive language disorder."
That's why you stayed.
Needless to say, we bonded.
We watched how each other interacted with our children, and frequently gave each other that knowing look. We talked about school, the pace of the classroom, the supports in place, and our children's strengths and weaknesses. We talked about getting the boys together for friendship and pragmatics.
I explained Jaysen's affinity for VHS tapes and DVD's.
She told me about her son's love for the color red.
We understood each other.
As they were leaving, I noticed her son becoming a little anxious.
He was frantically looking through the leftover treat bags.
She was telling him there weren't anymore with suckers in them.
Still, he searched, and I could see on her face, that she was making that decision.
The one where you have to plan your escape because you know your child is going to flippin freak out. The one where you run through every scenario in your head, desperately trying to figure out which one will preserve even a shred of dignity. The one where you wonder if you'll ever be invited back to another birthday party ever again.
I beeline to my candy stash, and present the boy with a sucker.
A red sucker.
He smiles at me.
And with a look of utter relief, so does his mom.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I effed up.
Just last week, I was the best mom in America. This week, I suck.
How did that happen?!?
Today was picture day, and I flippin' totally forgot.
Sent Jaysen to school in a T-shirt, and even thought "wow- his hair is so messed up, I'm going to see if I can talk him into wearing this hat".
And obviously, forgot to send any money.
Don't even talk to me about re-takes. It says in huge red lettering: Important! Payment options must be completed on or before Picture Day.
They even capitalized Picture Day.
'Cuz it's that important, yo.
My kid will be forever remembered as the kid in third grade with messy hair and a wrinkly-arse T-shirt. Who didn't pass out any pics because his mom is a freakin' lew-hew-zer.
So. What's your Bad Mom story?
Monday, October 19, 2009
At least I feel that way after pulling this party off...
Jaysen's birthday party was an absolute smash!
There were 15 kids, (12 girls, 3 boys. I know...pimp.) and everyone had such a blast.
Nelson, "The Safari Guy" was amazing. Not to mention is caa-uuuute!
He started out hiding crystals and shiny rocks in the backyard, and had the "adventurers" try to find 'em. That was really cool to see the kids working together to find these itty-bitty treasures hidden in the grass and foliage. Then we went inside for a totally interactive animal adventure.
There was a ginormous tortoise that the kids got feed an apple.
An owl, which was so cool- it danced to music.
Danced way better than me.
Yes. I had a flippin 'roo in my haus. I am that cool.
Seriously- you gotta love parties that run themselves...
Most importantly though, everyone had such a good time.
Kids were yammering to their parents at pick up time, and parents were grabbing brochures like they were bon-bons.
Kay. I'm tired now.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
What the fuck.
The fucker hardly ever comes around as it is, so what- you need a fucking excuse not to see your son on his birthday? Fucking asshole shitfucker.
Oh right... "It's awesome! I have four kids, and only have to remember two birthdays!" (He also has twins)
Gee, you fucking fuckerton, maybe if you hadn't fried your goddamn brain on so many fucking drugs, you'd fucking "get it". Fucking addict. Oh snap, I forgot. Recovering addict. Whatever, shithead. 'Cuz being an alcoholic is totally different.
Can anything else happen this year?
I don't know how much more one person can fucking handle. And I am about to blow.
I cannot believe he is such a fucking dickface.
I mean, he's a dickface, but this? Way beyond his realm of crapshittiness.
This is a whole new level of shitty. It's the uber-shit.
I want to rip the motherfucker's eyeballs out and jumprope with his optic nerves.
I am so pissed.
You are the world's biggest asshole.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I'm totally serious.
How does this happen? Does this happen?
Jaysen has been slowly declining in his reading and writing skills.
He brought home his latest spelling test... 47%
My eyeballs popped out of my head and then I was shocked back to life by the bolt of lightning that shot out from the sky.
What the bloody hell, people? 47%
For those of you that know me IRL, you know that this is totally unacceptable.
I love languages.
I am the freakin' word Guru.
My boss comes to me for spelling and grammar checks. I have a friggin dictionary with my name embossed with gold leaf on it from winning a spelling bee. I have trophies, biatches!
I make up words, because I like to play with words. They're like a big bowl of play-doh for me.
My son cannot spell.
And it's driving me nuts, because he used to be an amazing speller, reader, and writer.
When he was 2.
Oh? It's a kid-thing you say? A phase perhaps?
Okay. Lemme give you an example.
It took me a couple times of reading it (and multiple deep breaths into a paper bag) to realize it apparently, is the progressive spelling for "eye".
I know. WTF? Iye? Seriously?
That is not phonetic spelling, so don't even go there with me.
He made some typical kid-errors like "wich" for "which", and so forth. But the doozies he came up with are flooring me.
Not to mention the 47%.
Oh. And he can't spell the word "nice", but can spell "fuck" perfectly.
Which is all kinds of excellent because that "ck" is tricky, dontcha know?
I am shriveling up from the inside out.
Friday, October 9, 2009
So here it is... The Lemonade Stand award!
Apparently, Shea's Mom thinks I make the best out of craptastic situations- Which is cool because it's proof that my "game face" rawks.
Thank you Shea's Mom!
Now...I am supposed to send this award to 10 people, but in true fashion of The Quirk Factor here, I am going to have to decline on this one.
The truth is, I just can't handle it right now.
There is far too much crapola going on right now, that I can barely think straight.
I guess that makes me unworthy of the award, but too late, it's already miiiine!
So I'm going to pass the award along as a free for all- I do think all of you are deserving, so here it is if you would like it!
I have lemons.
This time I'm not making lemonade, I'm just gonna stick 'em in my eyes.