At Least He’s Honest

Story preface: I had to go get Spiff from his school today (and then go back to work with him) because he “double dosed”, meaning he took his medication twice this morning so he ended up being incredibly anxious and nowhere near even-keeled. I choose to blame the FCATs for this, since they cause such anxiety anyway.

Cut to this afternoon, when after my bus duty, Scamp walks into my classroom with me to find his older brother sitting at the big table that doubles as my desk.

Scamp: Spiff, what are you doing in this class?

Spiff: I’m just here visiting. (he goes back to coloring)

Spiff: Mom, why is he here in you class? (the you is deliberate, it’s exactly how he said it)

Mom: He got sick today at school and had to leave class and be picked up. I had to go get him and bring him back here.

Scamp: I’m sick of my class too, mom. I’m going to be sick of my class tomorrow, okay?

The Post with Elusiveness AND Innuendo

So for those of you who read the now deleted post before I made it go adios, you knew that I was up to something pretty neat. And, lo, I was very excited. For me, someone who loves all things pop and many things culture, this was right up my alley. To be honest, I was quietly optimistic. Hopeful, even.

My posse, however, was not.

Sadly, this was with good reason.

There are few things in life that would make me want to shave all my hair off ala Britney, but not knowing the name of Gargamel’s cat off the top of my head makes me want to consider the options of a chrome dome life.

I’ll just rip it out by hand though, thankyouverymuch.

We tried. Thanks guys for all the hard work and late nights we “studied”. It was such a blast.

Post Deleted

To those who commented, thank you so much, but due to something I signed, I can’t post or discuss what I’m up to. Sorry.

Thanks.

Shash

Love is Quiet Moments of Reflection

I love my son’s feet, and this was a moment just before bed when we like to compare our feet, and how his keep getting bigger each day.

Just like the rest of him.

Happy Love Thursday, everyone.

I Heart You!

To all my blogging friends and many of my faves:

THEY ARE BACK! The Police are BACK!

Did you watch the Grammys last night? Sting, Stewart and Andy opened the show and said the most amazing words I have ever heard (next to the Hubby saying I do):

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are The Police… and we’re back!”

I don’t remember much else about the show after that. I’m told it was good though, the performance of Roxanne kicked a$$, and The Dixie Chicks got the vindication they so richly deserve.

So, here’s my current thought: The Police have announced a tour date ON MY BIRTHDAY in New Orleans. I think this is serendipitous, and the powers that be are sending me a cosmic message of “THOU SHALT GO” or something like that. (More like “THOU HAD BETTER GO OR I’LL KICK YOUR BUTT”). I shouldn’t disappoint them, don’t you think? I should go and I should take The Hubby. We should have a wonderful, kid-free time.

I SHOULD be there. I mean, they planned it just for me, didn’t they?

Didn’t they?

In the meantime, keep up on all thing Police and find out when they are coming to your town by clicking here.

Speed Reader

Time when Book arrived in my mailbox: sometime this morning, before 10:30 a.m. (thank YOU, Amazon!)

Time book collected: 10:45 a.m.

(read with several interruptions, including a shower, conjugal visit with the Hubby, Survivor:Fiji, and the last half of The Office on the TiVo.)

Time book was finished, cover to cover, including the acknowledgments: 3:30 p.m.

Buy this book. You will NOT be disappointed. Anyone who has ever made a mix tape for a boyfriend, a lover, a best friend will enjoy this book.

P.S. I’m still reading The Nasty Bits, but the Hubby ordered this for me for Valentine’s Day and I couldn’t wait to read it. I’m sure Anthony would understand. He’d better.

Operation Secure House

…is going well. Thank you for suggesting the doorknob that locks when you close it. I DID think about that when this first happened, but you know who would be the idiot who closes the door one morning when she goes out to get the paper in her jammies?

And seeing as I ran into one of my bosses this evening at Target looking less than stellar (read: junky clothes, hair unkempt, and sneakers…think housecleaning clothes) I think it’s best if I don’t give myself any opportunity to embarrass myself any more than I already have.

However, that being said, it IS a fabulous idea. So, thank you. You rock.

Now, if you don’t mind, I’m off to crawl into a large hole, because if it was one boss I NEVER wanted to see me in that state, he’d be the one.

I’m blaming it on the sickness brought home by Scamp. My little petri dish of colds and flu keeps bringing home more than art projects. Bless his heart.

Currently NOT "Enjoying Life as it Comes"

Wow.

So I go through the trouble of redoing the site and my banner. I decide to look positively and instead of cracking my usual snark, I say something simple, like “enjoying life as it comes”. I do this because lately my life has been Crazee (with a capital C), and I think I’m hoping by making that my new mantra, I’ll live it, breathe it, and everything will be better.

Boy, what a load of sh*t.

• I have a pile of laundry on my sofa that if given much longer, will grow legs and begin foraging for food. It’s only saving grace is that it is clean, so at least while it is foraging, it will smell like a field of lavender and vanilla (thank you, Tide.)

• I’m secretly hoping that once it is full, it will jump on hangers and hang itself up in the closet. Preferably the one it’s supposed to go into, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. Just so long as it gets hung up, right?
• We’ve just started FCAT testing, and I can’t WAIT for it to be over. But NO! This will be drawn out over many weeks. Smart planning, Florida. Well done. It’s not like the kids aren’t stressed out about this enough as it is or anything….
• My son keeps forgetting to lock the front door in the morning, and today I came home to it wide open. Thank goodness nothing was taken, and my cat didn’t decide to relocate. It wouldn’t have surprised me if she had, but I’m glad she didn’t.
• This was the third time he has forgotten to lock the door. Yeah, we have trust issues about this now.

I know that other kids do this too, but I have to say this is more difficult with a child that has Asperger’s Syndrome. He doesn’t understand the consequences of this, and that was even after I “staged” the house to look like someone did take things. I wanted him to see with his own eyes what the consequences of him forgetting to lock the door would bring, but while he was upset, he thought it was a dream and that the people who took our stuff would “bring it back”. When I finally let him in on the “secret”, he was mostly mad at me for lying to him. I just don’t know what to do about this anymore, except that I now have to go into work every day late for awhile, because I have to wait for his bus to come since I can’t trust that he will lock the door in the morning.

I hate this. I don’t know what to do.

When I was Spiff’s age, I was a “latch key” child, and I was at home alone for a LOT longer each day than he is. My mom wasn’t there to greet me when I got home, she came home, usually with dinner because she was that late. I’m home every day to greet him when he gets home, and he is usually only home in the morning for 30 minutes until his bus comes to pick him up right in front of our house. I’ve tried to drill into him the importance of remembering to lock the door each morning; even going so far as to walk him through locking the door. I remind him several times to lock the door before I leave. Nothing seems to stick. I thought if maybe, maybe if things he loved disappeared he would remember the visual of that and not make the same mistake ever again (once I trusted him, of course).

I wish I could say I think he got the gist. I wish I could say he took from the lesson that locking the door is the most important thing to learn from this whole scenario.

I don’t think he got it. And I don’t know what to do.

Sigh.

Facelift

I decided this month to redesign my banner to add in my great loves, all my boys. The pictures I chose all hold a special place in my heart, and were taken at times when we were having a lot of fun together, which is most of the time. They remind me when I see them of what’s important in my heart and in my life. I hope you enjoy them for the month of February.

Happy Love Thursday, everyone.