August 29, 2012

  • Chewlee, Gymnastics And The Beast

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    Today was Chewlee's first day of gymnastics after school.  It's a class at the school's gymnasium and the Beast had to pick her up when the class was over.  Since he had never been to their gym before (in fact it was the first time he had picked her up from there), he left early.  Thank goodness.  Turns out the gymnasium he found was the one for the high school next door.    He didn't realize it at first because he said all the kids playing basketball, soccer and a few other things (practicing more than likely) were so small.  Then, when he saw a few that came in with the coach, he realized he was at the high school.  He asked (thankfully) where the grammer school gym was and then headed over there to get Chewlee.

    He arrived a little before the end of class so he watched the kids.  He said they were just AWFUL at the things they were trying to do.  Most of the kids he said were either overweight or really thin.  He said Chewlee was better than most only because she sure has practiced a lot of the things while she was here.  Things like somersaults, attempts at cartwheels, standing on her head (against the wall, of course) but she's at least TRIED.  Her big complaint today was they didn't DO anything except exercises.  She wanted to do gymnastics like they did at the Olympics. 

    She didn't want me to check her folder (I do so with the Princess's instructions clearly in mind).  I found out why...she not only had a frowny face for one of her papers, but a note from the teacher (which I did not read).  But it all spelled *not good*.  Sure enough, her mother was upset.  Very upset.  All I managed to catch was something about Chewlee kicking a boy that knocked over her juice box or something.  At least I hope she was kicking him and not kissing him.  But she lost some privilege that had her in tears as she was leaving.   How long it will last I won't find out until tomorrow. 

    When I found out through one of her papers that she hadn't listened to the teacher (so it wasn't done), I told her she should have listened.  Her comment to me was *But, I listen to her MOST of the time!*  I told her she had to listen to her ALL the time.  Her answer to that?  *But, I CAN'T!*  When asked why she couldn't, she really couldn't come up with an answer to that so she stopped talking.

    I was telling Bratfink about all this and she laughed and said Chewlee might be the first kindergartener expelled from class.  I told her that it wasn't totally out of the question with how stubborn Chewlee can be at times. 

    I'm still swollen and sore.  It really stings if I sweat.  What is surprising to me is that I hurt around my waist.  If it keeps up, I'm going to call the doctor.  I feel like I was held in place or something and they were a bit TOO vigorous about it.

    I'm going to go lay back down for a while now that Chewlee is gone.  I'm just not comfortable sitting up right now.  Love you all and have a great day.