Posts from the “Disasters” Category

This week, you guys. This. Week.

Posted on May 18th, 2013

I usually don’t have a bunch of draft posts in WordPress, because I either write what I’m thinking or I write it, decide it’s crap, and I trash it. There are four almost-posts in the draft folder right now, because I can’t tell if I’m reporting what’s going on or I’m just kvetching or if it even matters. To sum up: There was the ID theft nonsense. There were 5 days with $11 in the checking account. (But look, no overdrafts!) I haven’t wanted to go out and do anything, mainly because I was worried about whether I’d have enough gas to make it through the week. (I made it.) Yesterday I took Pea to the zoo and we arrived at the same time…

Categories: Disasters

Should she stay or should she go?

Posted on March 5th, 2013

I am seriously considering pulling Pea from kindergarten. (I have only barely vented on this blog, but these are some of the reasons why.) Kindergarten isn’t mandatory in Oregon, and the only thing this kindergarten is inclined to do is teach preparedness for first grade in this school…which is to say, how to sit down, shut up, and not ask questions. This is antithetical to everything M and I believe in. There are three months left. 1/3 of the school year. I don’t know what to do. Part of me thinks, well, it’s about time. That meeting with the principal? Yielded nothing but the principal no longer making eye contact or responding to “good morning” from me. He does still tell Pea to have…

Categories: Disasters, School

Uncle.

Posted on January 13th, 2013

Completely depleted. I’ll be back when I have something kind (or at least entertaining) to say. Or when something goes my way.

Categories: Disasters, WTF

Foolish consistency

Posted on January 11th, 2013

You guys, this week. This. Week. First, there is ever-present school drama, which is…um…really starting to be annoying. (I know, like it wasn’t before?) I finally went ahead and scheduled an appointment with the principal because I have had it to here. It’s Monday. I am just…done. Hobgoblins of little minds. Speaking of hobgoblins, you will never have a more entertaining email exchange than when you ask someone who believes in fairies for curriculum based measurements and methodology for normalizing age and temperament in making academic readiness assessments. (Short answer: We don’t like your cold, hard science.) We took her to her pediatrician for a reality check. Guess what: the kid who dances with swords does, in fact, have decent gross motor skills. Go…

Categories: Disasters, Editing, School

Some days just blow

Posted on September 25th, 2012

There is no one thing I can point to that says today blows. There was the kid in my bed at 3 AM (booted out around 4, to sleep in until 7, when she refused to get up). I got plenty of hours of sleep. I still woke up exhausted. There was hightailing it to get to school on time. There’s the fact I discovered Pea engaged in highlighter graffiti in the book I’m reading. There’s the fact Pea has been using my lipsticks and eyebrow pencil to draw on the bathroom counter. And admits, “I did it on purpose, Mama.” (Note to self: teach Pea to say, “I want a lawyer” if she’s ever picked up by the cops.) There was park day…

Categories: Disasters, Hard days

Oh, uncle. Uncle.

Posted on July 17th, 2012

Two awful, awful days. Gman has seven stitches in his pinkie. He’s lucky he still has the top part of it. I had to look at it to prove I wasn’t squeamish, but…geez. At least he had “fun” while waiting SIX hours in the ER (when the doctor pulled our napkin — hey, I wonder what happened to that napkin? — back, it was still oozing). Witness this: Ayep. That’s my husband. In other news, Pea has been such a bitter little pill for two days she’s had her TV privileges revoked. Yes, I know this punishes me more than it does her, but I’m kind of limited in that we don’t spank. (Although I was pretty tempted today.) If you’re keeping track, that’s…

Categories: Disasters, Not crazy...yet

Murphy’s Law

Posted on July 17th, 2012

The next time you want to sit down to type up a post about just how colossally shitty your day is going? Don’t. Because that may be the point (foreshadowing!) when your husband takes the biggest, sharpest kitchen knife to slice open a watermelon — and, Eagle Scout though he is — somehow manages to cut his finger all the way down to the bone. And then follows a six hour emergency department visit. Booyah. What a Monday.

Categories: Disasters, Weird day

Poor Pitiful Pearl

Posted on May 12th, 2012

So. I hate Mother’s Day. I want it to be over. (I’m getting pretty high in the Google rankings for “i hate mother’s day,” too.) I alternate between being weepy and feeling sorry for myself and feeling angry. Not my favorite emotional states. My husband is SICK. Like has done nothing but sleep for three days sick. Like chugging Nyquil every four hours-sick. Like I have to go to the store and go past all the Mother’s Day displays and not cry to get the Nyquil-sick. This comes on the end of Pea being SICK. Like endless rivulets of snot sick (something I haven’t seen from her in a long time) and grouchy and easily exhausted sick. So far, I am not sick. (I…

Categories: Disasters, Hard days

The mother’s curse works

Posted on January 20th, 2012

I just learned that if Pea leaves the water running in the tub, it will not only spill over onto the bathroom floor, but it will somehow leak through the floor and into the kitchen cabinets below. (You know, those kitchen cabinets that I had carefully unpacked my cookware into over the past few days?) Of course we were just telling the story how this very same thing happened to M’s mom when M was about this age. Apparently the mother’s curse works, even if the parent never says it out loud to the child. Good to know.

Categories: Disasters, General Parenting

Apologia: The Tip Jar

Posted on December 1st, 2011

I added a tip jar over there on the right. I know, it’s awkward. I was raised not to talk about money, ever, which is probably why I suck at making it. The maybe-job looks like I’m going to have to invest 40+ hours of unpaid training time in order to maybe get some hours in mid-January. Maybe. I can’t get an answer out of anyone about if there are even hours to be had. I probably wouldn’t feel so freaked out about this if I hadn’t just gotten a nastygram from my landlord. (Who will get and cash our checks, then threaten us like he hasn’t received them, until I send him scanned copies from the bank with his signature on them, and…

Categories: Disasters, TMI