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You're a Mean One, Mrs. Grinch

I recently made the comment that I sit around waiting for something to happen so I can blog about it. I also said that I don't usually have to wait long. I was right. I am back in school now. I have classes on Wednesday and Thursday night.



Let me describe to you what that is like. Get up, get ready, get kid ready, drop kid off at school, sit in rush hour traffic, get to work late, (EVERY.DAY.) work all day, spend lunch hour studying or running errands, drive to school, learn for about 4 hours, drive 45 minutes back to my house, stumble into the house all bleary eyed, and delirious then go to bed. Next day.....repeat procedure.



So by Thursday night, I am feeling pretty cranky. My tolerance level for BS is at an all time low. I have skipped dinner for two nights, not gotten enough sleep, and tried to cram all this information into my little brain. I...am...about...to...snap. One false move and I could lose it.(Which I do)

One of my classmates had to bring her three year daughter to school on Thursday night. I don't know why. I didn't ask. One of my other classmates is ticked off about the kid being there. Why? I am not really sure. Probably because her real name is "Mrs. Grinch", and she has been living under an alias since the tell all documentary was released by one Dr. Suess about her husband, Mr. Grinch.Anyway, she carries on about how kids are not supposed to be in the classrooms, and how she doesn't understand why the rules are overlooked for SOME people. She pays for these classes and it is disruptive to have a kid in the classroom. Blah, Blah Blah.



The funny thing is, she directed all her comments to the professor and not to the woman who brought the child. I feel my blood starting to boil. Which is funny because she is not talking about me or one of my kids. She is just MEAN. (And rude, obnoxious, overbearing, and she constantly monopolizes class time with her constant complaining)



Like the deranged lunatic that I am, I start talking out loud. Not directly TO her mind you. Just sort of out loud. I know she heard me because the mother of the little girl heard me. I start saying things like, "People just need to mind their own business and not worry about what everybody else is doing". "That little girl is being quiet, she is not bothering anyone." "Why is she wasting class time talking about this anyway?"



I carry on like this for a few more minutes. Surprisingly, the complaining stops. I don't mean to get on my blog and go off on people, but sometimes I can't believe what I am seeing or hearing. Her whole point was that she didn't understand why the school and/or professor was allowing this child to be in our classroom.

#1. Haven't we all been in a situation where we needed a little extra consideration?
#2. This was the SWEETEST, most well behaved three year old I have ever seen, she wasn't disturbing anyone.
#3. Who died and made Mrs. Grinch the dog-gone school police?
#4. Mrs. Grinch was more disruptive than that little girl could have dreamt of being.

At any rate, Mrs. Grinch didn't complain again for the rest of the night, but I guarantee you her heart DID NOT grow three sizes that day. I don't have any nervous ticks or twitches, but if I did......something would be twitching right now.

Note: Because I am sooo freakin' tired, I overslept this morning and didn't get to take a shower. I look like crap, and I realized after I got to work that I have a stain on the shirt I threw on this morning. So now not only do I feel like a raving lunatic, I look like one too!

More Bragging

Another victory.....The DQ made the A-B honor roll. Good job girls, I am very proud of both of you.

Love,
Mom

(Sorry peeps, I just can't help bragging)

GO SISSY!!!!

HOORAY FOR SISSY!!!!!!! Straight A's on her report card! I can't believe it. I am so proud of her. I am so blessed to have such a sweet daughter. (And smart too! Did I mention that?) I don't even know if she realizes what a blessing she is and what joy she brings to our family.

Our little family is definitely beating the odds. Children who are raised in single parent homes often are not as well adjusted and don't perform in school as well as other children. Thankfully, my girls seem to be overcoming the odds. Both are well behaved and do well in school. This is such a blessing. I love you Sissy and I am EXTREMELY proud of you.

Did I mention I am proud of you?

Where are the Comments?

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I know this is very difficult and time consuming, but hey......we all have to make sacrifices.

Teenagers Rule

There is nothing in the world that makes me feel better than to be shown up by my fifteen year old daughter. As her mother, it is my job to be right.......in all things. Never should I be questioned on ANYTHING. Yet my daughter does not understand this rule.

I bought a new coffee pot over the weekend because mine didn't have the option to program. You know, where you can set the alarm and when you get up, your coffee is made. Oh joy and rapture. To no longer be forced to stumble into the kitchen with one eye open and attempt to make coffee, is almost more than my heart can bear.

She was gone over the weekend and missed out on the test run of the coffee pot. She drinks a cup of coffee in the morning also. She comes home on Sunday and I am showing her the new coffee pot. I am excited about it. (Obviously it does not take much to impress me).

Of course the coffee didn't make for her on Monday morning. She is trying to tell me that the coffee maker will not make coffee on it's own. Yes, it will I tell her. I have already tried out the coffee maker, so I KNOW it works.

Then we get into a discussion on the proper way to set the timer. I disagree with what she is saying because I have already tried out the coffee pot. This morning I get up and on the kitchen counter is the instruction booklet. Sissy has highlighted the section that tells how to set the timer. Which is of course exactly how she was saying to set it.

Not only did she highlight the pertinent information, she also included a sticky note that said the following:

BOO-YAH MOM, I TOLD YOU SO

Yep, I love being shown up by my daughter, and I especially love the very subtle way she had of showing me that I was wrong.