Again. The boy just came home....four rules broken today. Of course, the big "A" reared it's ugly head today. Which big "A" is yet to be determined. We have heard both Asperger's and ADHD, so who knows. I love sending him off to school and knowing he will come home with a sticker and a smile on his face. I love spending my night enjoying my child's time and feeling like maybe I am getting it right. But alas, tonight will be a night of towing the line. I was joking last night that if The Boy were an Indian his name would have to be "He Who Does Not Take No For An Answer." From my understanding, he did not do all of his work and therefore, broke four rules. *sigh*
On another note, one of our credit cards was sabotaged last week. For thieves, they are kind of boring. They only did 1500 in damage. They bought some sporting stuff and made a mortgage payment. BORING. They should have at least tried for a flat screen tv.
Sometime today I have to vacuum playdough out of my window screen. Don't ask. If The Girl were an Indian her name would have to be "She Who Tests Patience."
Techno Geek recently travelled to the land of the Native American--Arizona. This was a real testament to my patience. Every day children would cry and The Girl would wail "My Daddy. I need my Daddy" as she was falling asleep. On the day he was coming back, we talked about Daddy coming home on a plane. This got her attention. Later that day, we had this conversation:
The Girl: It's a comet!
Me: No, that is a cloud from a plane.
The Girl: A plane go in the sky!?!
The Girl: I go on plane too.
Me: Would you like to fly in a plane?
The Girl: You fly too. And Daddy and Wyatt and me all fly. And my blue blankie and my cat and Ms. Innifer (Ms. Jennifer)and all my friends.
Me: Your friends?
The Girl: All my friends from kider class (Kindermusik)
Me: Oh ok. That is a big trip.
The Girl: Yeah....we all go in plane.....
She exhausts me. I have no idea how she knew what a comet was. Last night we had t-ball practice. The Girl cannot wait to be on a team, but we are 2 years too early for her. She was all decked out in her team shirt, hat and glove. She ran out on the field and ran bases with The Boy. Then the coach gathered up his team and told her to get off the field. Big fat alligator tears...turned down lip quivering...she only felt better when Techno Geek took her to the side and did a "practice" with her. Yes, she is cute....I love her....but man, can she be high maintenance.
And then there is me--Mrs. Sunshine. I spray painted a table today. My fingers hurt. Is there anything else I can possibly complain about? Oh I know....my shower is broken. Water is spraying all over the walls when you turn it on. And I don't know what I will make for dinner cause even though I plan two weeks in advance, I fail in the ability to actually buy everything I need for cooking. I bet your eyes are now bleeding from this depressing, dull post. humph