I went with my freshmen don on his field trip today. When I signed up (yes, I was the first), I thought it would be fun and no big deal Since I use to teach 6-8th grade social studies I knew I had the experience and we went to Liberty Memorial which is a WW1 museum. I went into the parent meeting this morning all excited. I was handed a packet of info and the teacher started talking at us. All of a sudden I remembered that going on filed trips as a teacher is waaaay different then going as a parent. I was given a list of students that I was "in charge" of. I only knew 2 out of 12.
After the parent info meeting we were basically thrown to the wolves. We went into the gym and were met by 300 HIGH SCHOOL students. Man, they are tall!!! I wondered until my son took pity on me ans showed me to my group. Then they got on the bus and I followed behind (I am not completely stupid...there was NO WAY I was getting on a bus).
I was surprised at how good the kids were. They stayed in the group and were polite. I was a bit shocked by the girls shorts. My new rule of thumb...if you need a bikini wax to wear them...they are probably too short.
I survived, but there are so many things different in school these days. I also felt old, so, so, old!
After it was all over I drove home in almost a zombie state. I cannot believe how tired I am!!!! I don't remember being this mentally drained after a days work. I even told my son that I am surprised he doesn't come home and sleep everyday. So, now I am off to bed....I can barely hold my head up!!!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
weekend fun
I cannot believe how much I can get done in a weekend. After I got up on Sat. morning at 7:40 I don't think I sat down until 10 pm on Sunday. My question is..do we over schedule ourselves? Hell Yess!!! But why?
Sat. we had a 9 o'clock soccer game, fun fair from 11-1, birthday party from 12:45-4. Hubby and older son played poker 6-1:25 am. and my daughter was at a play with friends from 6-10. Sunday we had shopping for a party, softball game at 12:30, Daisy bridging from 2:30-4 and a surprise party for our neighbor at 5. I have no idea why I don't just say we are going to have a lazy day at home. Maybe because we all get so bored I am scared that one of us will kill someone. When we are at the house for a hour not doing anything one or all four are either in time out or "grounded for life" AGAIN! I don't understand why we can't spend family time. When I was younger (yes, the good Ole' days) we got up on Sat. ran around the neighborhood until the street lights came on. Even when I ground my kids from the DS,Wii, X-box, etc...I give it back sooner rather than later because I can't stand hearing 'what can I do?? I am booooorrrred!".
It just makes me sad that i look forward to Mondays when I have some down time and can relax at home. It is so weird!!
Sat. we had a 9 o'clock soccer game, fun fair from 11-1, birthday party from 12:45-4. Hubby and older son played poker 6-1:25 am. and my daughter was at a play with friends from 6-10. Sunday we had shopping for a party, softball game at 12:30, Daisy bridging from 2:30-4 and a surprise party for our neighbor at 5. I have no idea why I don't just say we are going to have a lazy day at home. Maybe because we all get so bored I am scared that one of us will kill someone. When we are at the house for a hour not doing anything one or all four are either in time out or "grounded for life" AGAIN! I don't understand why we can't spend family time. When I was younger (yes, the good Ole' days) we got up on Sat. ran around the neighborhood until the street lights came on. Even when I ground my kids from the DS,Wii, X-box, etc...I give it back sooner rather than later because I can't stand hearing 'what can I do?? I am booooorrrred!".
It just makes me sad that i look forward to Mondays when I have some down time and can relax at home. It is so weird!!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I helped today!
Why is it that when the doorbell rings I get all out of sorts.....
I start checking to see if everything is picked up, is there anything out I don't want people to see, do I have a bra on and more importantly is JD (3 year old) wearing pants (for some reason no one can understand why JD likes to play with his wiener??...maybe another post?)
Anyway, door bell rings, usual check and then I walk on over. Of course it's yet another ex-gang member selling magazines. First of all I have to tell you that this is the third person to try to sell me magazines this week. Any who....This guy is standing on my porch dressed in a suite giving me some speech about how he was in a gang and he is trying to better himself. At this point I am trying to keep two kids and two dogs in the house, get my checkbook so I can pay him off and pretend that I am interested in his speech. I stop to listen for a minute and he tells me "Oh your name is Shannon? I just met a neighbor of yours named Shannon...I have to remember blonde and tall and short and errrr beautiful" WOW did this guy just call me fat??? yep pretty sure in gang talk beautiful=fat! I didn't know how to respond to this so i run in to get the checkbook. When I come out he is then telling me how great I am because I am helping out the blacks. Really, did he just say that?? Now I really can't say no since he called me a borderline racist. He starts to write my order and I ask how much and he tells me 108 dollars. WTF??? I just want this guy to leave...so I write the check (making sure I see the cancellation information on the paper). I give him my check, take my receipt and wrangle everyone int he house. I decide to call my husband and tell him about my good deed for the day. He yells, I say I am sorry, he yells some more, I say FUCK I just said I was sorry and somehow turn it around on him. I may have even worked in a tear or two. (btw...this may not be word for word but this is pretty much how all our arguments go.)
So there you have it....I kept three people out of gangs this week. Unfortunately, four more will be joining since i keep giving away all our money. Luckily I have a great friend that picked up a NO SOLICITOR sign today...so know it is some else's turn to buy magazines and clean up the inner city!
I start checking to see if everything is picked up, is there anything out I don't want people to see, do I have a bra on and more importantly is JD (3 year old) wearing pants (for some reason no one can understand why JD likes to play with his wiener??...maybe another post?)
Anyway, door bell rings, usual check and then I walk on over. Of course it's yet another ex-gang member selling magazines. First of all I have to tell you that this is the third person to try to sell me magazines this week. Any who....This guy is standing on my porch dressed in a suite giving me some speech about how he was in a gang and he is trying to better himself. At this point I am trying to keep two kids and two dogs in the house, get my checkbook so I can pay him off and pretend that I am interested in his speech. I stop to listen for a minute and he tells me "Oh your name is Shannon? I just met a neighbor of yours named Shannon...I have to remember blonde and tall and short and errrr beautiful" WOW did this guy just call me fat??? yep pretty sure in gang talk beautiful=fat! I didn't know how to respond to this so i run in to get the checkbook. When I come out he is then telling me how great I am because I am helping out the blacks. Really, did he just say that?? Now I really can't say no since he called me a borderline racist. He starts to write my order and I ask how much and he tells me 108 dollars. WTF??? I just want this guy to leave...so I write the check (making sure I see the cancellation information on the paper). I give him my check, take my receipt and wrangle everyone int he house. I decide to call my husband and tell him about my good deed for the day. He yells, I say I am sorry, he yells some more, I say FUCK I just said I was sorry and somehow turn it around on him. I may have even worked in a tear or two. (btw...this may not be word for word but this is pretty much how all our arguments go.)
So there you have it....I kept three people out of gangs this week. Unfortunately, four more will be joining since i keep giving away all our money. Luckily I have a great friend that picked up a NO SOLICITOR sign today...so know it is some else's turn to buy magazines and clean up the inner city!
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