Even one super cute and sweet.
Is being really sweet about it, of course.
But I am way too busy for a boyfriend. Poor guy is getting the dregs from my soda can since school started. First, Merlot is requiring a lot of help so far in 3rd grade. I’m working with her for hours every day. I am sick to the end of Templeton’s tail of Charlotte’s Web. We have had study questions every night and have to ‘interact’ with the book (we are on our 3rd, we’ve lost 2, one didn’t make it back from England) plus she is a terrible speller and I swear we worked 4 hours on her spelling words last week and on Friday morning in the car she was still spelling the word ‘gratest’. Spelling is not her thang. Now we are learning multiplication tables. FUN. She is in the gifted program at school just like my other 2 were so I know she isn’t dumb, but Lord a Mighty, I’m starting to get worried. The Boy, who is smiley since he got his braces off yesterday, tells me that I have made her an ‘invalid’ because I baby her so much.
Could be.
But she’s my baby and I can’t help it.
Again, my kids go to magnet schools and if they
can’t keep the grades, they will have to go
to private school since our district schools suck.
But Charlotte is about to die and that damn book will be over.
She has read it before, but not with this study guide thing but
anyway, die spider die.
And your 514 baby spiders too.
Yuck.
(It is a sweet book)
I’ve been working like crazy too, trying to make the dollars. I was with a patient yesterday that I was called to come see in a crisis because his wife of 68 years died over the weekend, she was 96, and he was making statements that he was ‘ready to go too’ which someone took as suicidal ideation and caused me to have to scoot. He is 95 but of perfectly sound mind. It was beautiful really, to hear him talk of her. He isn’t suicidal he just doesn’t know how to live without her there. I can’t imagine being with someone for 68 years. Bless his heart.The Boy, or Smiley as I’m referring to him with his gorgeous teeth, has been pushing back some and he and I have had to have a few
meetings the last few days. He is 14 and arguing with me about everything. Everything. All he wants to do is the Xbox and talk to some guy in China. Is that safe? I turned off the wifi last night at 9:30 just to hear his feet hit the floor. I told him if his grades aren’t good that I was taking that XBox and his little china man too.
I just remembered the choir meeting I have for JB at 6:30 tonight.
Plus I’m irritable. I have the
‘menapause meanie syndrome’.
If I’m not menapausal then I’m at a loss as to why I’m extra cranky.
The PTA is freaking killing me.
I’m wishing for a pursebrick about every 20 minutes.
My parents were telling me about lunch with my crazy SIL.
She ordered fried shrimp at a restaurant and when the waitress brought it she said, “I’m sorry, but the description said ‘a dozen’ and there are only nine.” The waitress said, “I’m sorry, I think that is for the grilled shrimp, but I will get you 3 more.”
My brother owns a $50 million dollar company.
He has 2 planes.
The waitress brought her a little plate with 3 more shrimp.
When they were done she asked for a ‘to go’ box for them.
My parents were horrified.
I asked my dad if he needed to borrow my
he looked confused and then told me not to tell anyone that story. It isn’t telling if I only blog about it right? Really, people that behave that way get what they deserve when the news hits the air. Dad and I googled the restaurant menu just for meanness and there is no count provided for the fried shrimp but you get a dozen if you get them grilled.
With all of this important stuff filling my brain
and the googling of menus I have to do
it is no wonder I don’t have time for a boyfriend.
He’s being very patient.
But he knows I will change my mind when he gets here Friday night.
We are going to the lake with my parents and kids for the long weekend.
It will be fine if I don’t run him off before then..
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