October 13, 2012
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She Didn’t Make It After All :(
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM
I knew by her face when she walked in the door that she didn’t make it with a smiley face today. No getting a prize from the teacher’s treasure chest. No doing something fun with mommy tomorrow morning. She was really depressed. Plus, I think the substitute teacher did something I think was just awful. She told Chewlee that her regular teacher was going to send a letter home to her mommy when she got back and she (Chewlee) wouldn’t be able to go out trick or treating.
I mean….How could a teacher tell a kid who isn’t a BAD kid (it said she was out of her chair a lot today) that they wouldn’t be able to go trick or treating because of ONE squiggly face or one sad face each week? I’m sorry but that is ANY kid. Chewlee told me that her class had one day when everyone in the class was good and no one got a frowning face so they all got a special treat from the teacher.It’s tough when you are just five to sit still and listen and do all the things they need to learn in what is actually a short time each day. I think kindergarten and first grade teachers are very brave and underpaid for the tasks they take on. They should get medals each year just for surviving and for not killing any of their pupils.
Just think of all the times you wanted to strangle your kid or kids at that age just because they drove you nuts with their quirks and demands. And that was just ONE child. Not a herd of them. I’m just trying to clean up this computer room of mine and finish cleaning the carpet so we can move a few things around in here and I can (possibly) get a new desk and chair. Right at the moment, I am totally pissed at the Beast. After asking me what I needed because (as he put it) the economy is going to hell so we might as well get the things we want and need NOW. I gave it some thought and told him all I wanted was a new desk and chair with a seat on it that was really padded well. I told him it might be expensive because I think they are truly executive chairs for a fancy office that are built that way. BUT….all he was doing was setting me up for his buying himself a mangle. Remember what they are? This is one you can use dry or with steam. It’s not a heavy one like those used in dry cleaners or professional laundries. It’s almost lightweight. I could have killed him when I saw it. He tried to fox me and said, *It’s been here for ages!* When I got mad and told him to NOT even try to go there that we didn’t need him to spend $200 on something so stupid for OUR house, his reply was that he got it on sale. Like that justified it when our property taxes on two houses and a piece of land are due before the end of the year. Which means MY desk and chair are out the window now for a while, if ever.
He wants to move the double bed and dresser out into the cottage since the Princess took her king size bed out of there. Then we will buy a twin bed (along with all the bedding required) and set it up in the guest room for when Chewlee stays overnight. That’s when he says we can move the table he made for my crafting and sewing into that room and we will have a kind of all purpose room for ironing, sewing, crafting and steaming his clothes (he already bought one of those things a few months ago). He may not be trying to keep up with the Joneses but I’m sure the Smiths are envious. That’s not me, folks. Not me at all.
Love you all. Keep me in your prayers that I don’t choke him if he keeps this up. I may be writing my blog from the poorhouse…or jail.
