The School Drama Begins

Don’t you just hate it when you get so mad your blood starts to boil? Then you think REALLY vengeful thoughts. I hate it when I get angry enough to contemplate physically harming another person. That’s a sign that my temper could get out of control.


In order to avoid boring you with details, I will keep it simple. Due various reasons that I would rather not get into, I am having trouble providing ACCEPTABLE proof of residence to Keri’s school. They will only accept certain documents, and I have none of those. I called the school and talked to the principal about what I can do to remedy this situation. (One of the notes that was sent home with Keri stated that if ACCEPTABLE proof of residence is not provided, Keri won’t be allowed to attend school. This is a horrifying thought to me.) The principal basically told me that she was busy and I would have to figure it out on my own.


I saw red. Then I saw blue and green. Hello! I would have to figure it out on my own? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but the last time I checked, my occupation was Staff Accountant, not principal, or school board member. Is it not her job to help parents with issues such as this? Is it not her job to ensure that children are able to be in school every day? Where the h-e-double hockey sticks does she get off!!!? I swear if I could pop her eyeballs out like little grapes I would. Pop, pop. Thank goodness this is Keri’s last year at that school.


This is not the first time I have had issues with this principal. Please understand, I am not one of those parents that is forevermore making trouble, or being rude, or telling her how to run the school. I am a VERY peaceable person. I hate being angry, I hate making scenes because I usually end up regretting it later. I called the school last year to inform the principal that I was told that Keri’s teacher had turned over a little boy’s desk and completely emptied it out on the floor. Apparently she thought he was too messy. When I voiced my concern over this behavior to the principal, she said I should make an appointment with the teacher and take it up with her personally. Is she crazy? Since when is it a parent’s job to keep a teacher in line? How did she know I am a Misfit Mom anyway?


I think I have discovered my true purposes in life.

1. To be driven stark raving mad by Wally World employees.

2. For my children to suck me financially dry until I am a pile of old decaying bones.

3. To be stomped on and abused by anyone who cares to try. (As a matter of fact, just take your best shot, I think I’m up for it)





I have a big sign on my forehead that says, “I am asking for it, please speak rudely to me at any available opportunity. Never be willing to help me under any circumstances, I enjoy being treated like crap. Not only do I enjoy being treated like crap, I like to have red hot rage coursing through my veins. Nothing is more invigorating.”


I called the school board and asked them a couple of questions about alternative methods of providing proof of residence. They were very nice, and helpful. I will find out tomorrow if this issue is resolved. I am going up to the school in the morning. Hopefully it won’t end up in a showdown between myself and Her Royal *itchiness. I have definitely put on my angry eyes.