15 posts tagged “school”

The dishes are done, there are brownies cooling on the stove and in the dining room is a bag fill of home crafted Valentine goodies waiting to be distributed to the kids in little T's class.

What the fuck is going on?

I was talking to my sister about kid/adult/relationship/mom stuff today.  Sometimes my sister really amazes/surprises me.  She actually made chocolate lollipops for her kids class.  Who the fuck makes chocolate lolipops?!?!  We both have the mentality that we want to send the kids to school with the coolest treats because our mom never did shit like that when we were in school.  Ever.  Not that my mom isn't a good lady.  She is and I love her dearly but she was never the Betty Crocker type mom.

It's been awhile and I'm a bit late but we're due for the latest edition of "A year ago today I..."  Actually it wasn't a year ago, it was a year from last Thursday.  It was my first date with the Terrorist.  I went over to his house, he made dinner, we ate, drank mulled wine and watched a movie.  I was kinda nervous.  I recall sitting outside of his house and calling Lesley. 

Holy shit, I've been fucking one person for over a year.  Yeah, I totally put out on the first date and if memory serves me correctly, which I know it does, I made the first move.  Made out with him in the kitchen... it was hot! It still is too. 

Speaking of sex... this weekend was an awesome weekend.  For MANY reasons, one of them is the awesome sex that was had.  Saturday night we watched some Star Trek then went to bed.  It was one of those nights when I was laying there thinking... "I'd love to have my hands all over him, or his hands all over me... mmmm... yeah, that sounds delicious"  But somewhere between thinking it and acting on it, I completely passed out.  I woke up to my hip being tugged on in a way that can only mean one thing.  Awesome way to wake up.  Fucking amazing sex too, I fear the neighbor might have heard us.  (Which I'm not really that worried about because we hear him play his crap music all the time.)  The best part...  after all was said and done and we were all cuddled up and ready to drift off in a post coitial slumber... IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!!

I think I'm going to go attack those brownies and watch some Dexter or Star Trek.

Two days ago I picked up Little T at school.  He comes out the door of his class room followed by his teacher.  Immediately I hear that his voice is rough and scratchy.  His teacher told me that he had some tea because of his voice and the fact that he's been coughing a lot.  Then she added in that if tomorrow he still feels bad maybe we should send him to Grandma's or something.  I didn't think to much of it, got in the car and then I started getting irritated. 

Who the fuck does she think she is?  Is she insinuating that we'd send the kid to school if he was sick?  And it's not that easy to just "send him to grandma's!"

Little T wasn't even actually sick.  He was coughing, yes; and had a sore-ish throat but aside from that he felt fine (according to him.)  Apparently Ms. D basically said the same thing to Little T and throughout the evening he started to feel worse, or so he said.  Little T is VERY psychosomatic when it comes to illnesses.  If someone suggests that he's getting sick, he convinces himself it's true (to the point of vomiting at times). 

A few weeks ago the school sent home a paper saying how it's cold and flu season and how everyone needs to focus on washing hands and what not.  The night it came home, Little T's homework was to read it over with his parents  so that everyone would be informed about how crappy these germs are.  It said something that if the Child was throwing up, had the poops or a fever over... 100 or something like that, then to please keep him/her out of school until 2 days after the symptoms went away.  Fine, will do.  Not a problem.  Little T didn't have any of the things on this list... so WHY was his fucking Teacher telling us to keep him home?!?!  It's not her call!!  I can understand if she was concerned that excessive coughing my disturb the other students but she should have called/emailed us and not told the kid anything.

This is why kids today are such pussies.  (That makes me sound old doesn't it?)

Anyway, because of all of this Big T took the day off to stay home with a pseudo sick kid yesterday.  Apparently the Kid was sicker than we thought, he didn't put up a fight when he was told he had to stay in bed all day, actually took a nap, stayed in bed for his mom's visit and had a bitch of a sore throat.  He's home today, too.  He feels fine.  No sore throat, no yucky sick feeling.  Big T is worried that his cough is too intense though.  Which I can't say I agree.  Big T is the boss though, so if he say's no school, than no school it is.  I feel a bit bad for the kid though.  I know he's completely bored out of his skull.  He's not complaining too much though.  And I'm sure he'll never fake being sick again.

Quiet frequently I hear stories about the kids that little T goes to school with.  There are a few names that get repeated often and because of this I'm starting to feel like I sort of know these kids. 

The one I hear about the most is Little Ms. Lisa.  At first I kind of thought Little T had a crush on Lisa because I'd hear about her all the time, then I realised it's probably because they sit right next to each other, so he has the most stories to tell about her.

This young lady is an interesting little girl. 
A month or so ago, little T and I were sitting in a waiting room for a doctors appointment and Little T decides to randomly tell me that...

"My friend Lisa said she knows a girl who is 6 years old and has a baby."

Well then.  After a brief internal battle with myself I decided that saying "Your friend Lisa, Is a liar."  Would probably not be the best route to take.  Avoiding all the "where babies come from" bits I basically told him that it is pretty much impossible for a 6 year old to have a baby.  Problem solved, we moved on, life was good.

I can't exactly remember when, but sometime over the past few weeks of no school, Little T told me more stories about "My friend Lisa." 

--A bit of background
Little T has his own computer.  He got a new one for Christmas... my old computer (Bacchus) after he (the computer) went through an upgrade.  He can pretty much play on his computer whenever he wants, as long as he's not grounded, but in order to get on the computer he needs an adult to enter in a password.

Apparently he's told his friends that he needs a password to get into his computer and it's been the topic of discussion at school...

"My friend Lisa told me that if I wanted to play on my computer when I was grounded and any-time I want I should go into the settings and change the password to my computer."

Oh Really?!?  I'm starting to think that "My friend Lisa" is a real trouble maker. 

Without telling Little T the Million and One reasons why that would be a horrible idea if he ever wanted to not be grounded again I asked him what he thought of that idea.  Luckily, he was not easily convinced, he knew that his dad or I would figure out that something was up and he would get into a heap of trouble.

Rumour has it that "my friend Lisa" was going to be moving in with her dad (about an hour or so away from here) but due to whatever reasons that's either not happening at all or it's getting delayed a bit.  Though I feel kind of bad because I've heard she's excited about the prospect of living with her father I'm kind of excited to hear the latest "my friend Lisa" stories when school starts on Monday.

Wow. 
What happened to me?  The gossip of the 4th grade is interesting to me.     

Yesterday was good, and aside from a lecture from my dad including things such as... Me going back to school and Me writing to him more it was a fight free holiday.  (Those are rare for me.)

The T and I woke up WAY too early, got coffee started, then woke Little T up.  He got a boat load of stuff, including (but not limited to... a new computer, some clothes, transformers and books.)  The Terrorist got me an awesome locket and I got him a shower curtain.  We finished doing the gift thing, I made breakfast then The T had to leave for work.  Shortly after Little T left for the grandparents house.

That's when the really Christmas joy began. 
No, I'm totally lying. 
I didn't really do much of anything exciting. 
Talked to family/friends, watched some LOST, had some "Megan Time" (meaning I shaved, plucked, exfoliated & showered... not the other kind of "Megan Time") 

Changed our shower curtain.
We had this one...

Isn't it fucking adorable?!?!   I got it MONTHS ago, when Lesley and I first moved in.  It's the only shower curtain I've ever had that's lasted that long.  Generally they get all moldy and gross and I have to replace them every few months.  Not this one!  It's like the Energizer Bunny of shower curtains.  I took it down but I haven't quite been able to bring myself to throw it away.  I have a sinking suspicion that the new shower curtain wont be as durable as the Ducky one.

Anyway... this is our new shower curtain... (a Christmas Gift from me to the T)

Remember, my boyfriend is a total and complete geek.  (I'm not a bad gift giver... he's just a geek :-)  Though I will miss my Ducky shower curtain I have to admit there are some pretty cool things about this new shower curtain, like the fact that I can go pee and learn things.  Like last night, as I was crawling back into bed after a post coital pee, I got all cuddled up to the T and asked him about Curium.  Curium is one of the Elements that are at the bottom of the chart (in white)  from what I remember from Chemistry, they're the more recently discovered elements.  The names of them are quite often obviously named after things, such as Berkelium, Californium, Einsteinium.  I couldn't figure out what Curium was named after,  all I could think of was the spice and I had a feeling that wasn't the case.  So, the Terrorist enlightened me.  Curium is named after Madame Curie who is (from what I've skimmed over on Wikipedia) a pretty cool chick.
Plus the shower curtain allows a LOT more light into the bathroom from the little Tiny window above the shower

That was pretty much the gist of my day. 
Oh yeah...

I made an AWESOME Christmas dinner.  (Well actually I think the word used was "excellent" but... same diff.)  It wasn't anything extremely extravagant (ham, mashed potatoes, veggies & garlic bread) but I made it myself and retained my title of "Good Cook."

I remember when Chris and I were together, on a few different occasions we'd be cooking stuff together and he'd make some comment how he was teaching me to cook so I could cook for my future husband, or something to that effect.  It would fucking piss me off when he made these comments.  Now, 2-3 years down the road, I can't help but giggle because he was basically right, granted the semantics are a bit off, but the basic idea is correct.

Little T goes to his grandparents this weekend.  I don't have to work at all this weekend.  Well, the coffee shop tried to call me in, which was tempting for half a second because I lost so many hours at the beginning of this week, but Little T isn't going to be home and the T and I have a lot of sex to catch up on.  Me going into work tonight would delay that and that's just not cool with me.

Now, I need to go make the kid lunch.  Well, that is, if he ever gets out of the shower and tells me what he wants for lunch.

Christmas is out of the way, now the countdown begins...

11 days until my birthday!!

:-)

Pretty much everyone has a spot on their body that they don't like touched.  It changes for each person and one persons No-No Spot could be another person's "Fuck me now" spot. (As I learned from a conversation with one of my co-workers.)

My No-No Spot is my Achilles Heel, I developed a sensitivity in this spot due to a movie I once saw. 

No, that's not true.  I never actually saw the movie, I saw the commercial for it and it was enough to freak me the fuck out.  I can't remember which one it was but it was one of the Chucky Movie's.  In the movie they went to summer camp and the kid was sitting on a bed in his cabin and Chucky was hiding under the it.  Chucky reached out and sliced the kids heal with a knife.  Since that point I've had issues sitting on beds with my feet on the floor. 

After seeing those commercials I knew I had developed an awareness of my Achilles but I had no idea it was as sensitive as it is until I was in massage school.  The Achilles is a MAJOR tendon that connects the two major calf muscles to the bottom of your foot.  Without it, you couldn't walk.  One day in school we were working on the lower leg, one of the massage techniques is to basically pinch the tendon and massage it.  The girl who was working on me did this just as she was supposed to do.  I freaked out, jumped about a foot off the table and almost kicked her. 

Thanks to that moment I've accepted the fact that my Achilles heel is my No-No Spot and no one but myself can touch it. 

Many months ago I made the mistake of telling the Terrorist about my No-No Spot.  I don't really know how it got brought up but me being me, I tend to over-share things and now he knows about it. 

Sometime a few weeks after the boys moved in the Terrorist started touching my No-No Spot.  Well, that's not quite an accurate description, if he was touching it in a gentle loving manner I think I could handle it.  But no, he's living up to his nickname and terrorizing the fuck out of me with it.  We'll be laying in bed, all cuddled up and comfy, then he'll grab my Achilles heel with his big toe and the second toe.  Then of course, I'll spaz and freak out and he'll laugh and laugh and laugh some more.  It's evil. 

I was going to attempt to find his No-No Spot and then poke it repeatedly but I don't think I'll ever find it because I've been attempting to tickle him for about 7 months and aside from ONE time when he jumped and freaked out I haven't gotten him to respond to my tickle attempts.

I need to come up with a suitable revenge.  Maybe I could force him into going to Ikea again... or do a Clockwork Orange type deal and force him to watch Disney Movies or something.  It might take me awhile... but I'll figure something out.

The boys are gone.

Little T took the bus for the first time today & Big T left to catch the max about a half an hour ago.
I woke up this morning with a monster headache.  Which isn't really surprising because I had one brewing when I went to bed.  I didn't think it'd get as bad as it did though.  Got up, got some aspirin, said good morning to the boys and had the intention of going back to bed until 9 or so.   That didn't happen, thanks to the anxiety dream I had about the bus not coming to pick up Little T*  I got up to make sure everything was kosher and the Terrorist was finishing up his coffee and about to head to work (Little T safely on the bus headed to school... phew.)

This cohabitation thing is going along swimmingly.   I think because it's been so long since I slept with someone I didn't sleep so well the first night but I'm fairly certain I'm over that because I was out like a rock last night. 

I have to go move shit around so the Terrorist can fit his bureau in here.  Then I think I might take a nap or chug a big pot of coffee.

* In the dream the bus never showed up and Big T had left to go to work and other weird stuff that doesn't make any sense now that I'm thinking about it and why it stressed me out... but it was a dream.  Dream's don't always make sense.

Got up early to give the Terrorist a ride to work.
Little T started his new school yesterday and has been getting a ride to school via. a taxi service the problem is that the cab picks him up just a bit too late for the Terrorist to make it to the Max in time. 
No worries. 
I kind of like the "excuse" to get up early.

I stopped at Fred Meyers on the way home, putzed around for a bit and got home about an hour or so after I left.
Waiting on my door step was my massage table!
AWESOME!

I don't know what to do now.  I had planned on having to stay home all day waiting for it, but now it's here.  I kind of want to bust it out and take a nap on it.  :-)  Though that's just not possible it's what I want to do. 

I need to shower, eat, clean the bathroom, tidy my room, do some more insurance shopping, call my mom and thank her, pick up Little T at 2.50p, keep him occupied for a few hours so his dad can go home and pack a bit, get laundry ready, not throw up from uber bad cramps.

Or maybe I could just curl up with my heating pad and take a nap... on my massage table. 

that tonight is the last night I get to sleep in the magical bed.   Quite possibly the last time ever..
Sadness.
It's not even going to be a good sleep.  It's going to be very short because Little T is getting registered for school tomorrow and that's happening before the Terrorist needs to be at work... at 9am. 
Oh well.
Oh yeah... The Terrorist informed me that he's not a fan of the magical bed.  I believe he even said something to the effect about how it's not very magical to him. 
Sacrilege!

This is what Little T and I did for a large part of the morning/afternoon.

Or maybe I'm just cheap.

Either way it's cheaper than buying a whole new table.  By about 1000%.

I forgot the dimensions at home so I can't get an exact quote.  But I can get ideas.
Depending who I go through it's anywhere from $120 to $55ish.  Which are probably all a bit more because it's being shipped to a Residential address.  Maybe it'd be cheaper if I have them bring it to work. 

We had a case of the Back To School Blues this morning but things have calmed down since.
Little T starts school next Wednesday (Woot woot) and because of that the Terrorist is getting both of them in the habit of the school morning routine.  (Getting up really fucking early, showers, grooming, food and ready to leave by 730a)  Today was the first day of the new schedule.  It didn't go to well.  Lil' T told me that tomorrow will be better.  Let's hope so because we've gotta go register him for school at 8am.
Exciting.

Okay, the time has come to head to my house. 

Ps.  I heart Pj Harvey!  And need more Bjork!!

This has been an enlightening experience for me. 
The first day, was terrifying. 
Everything about it, getting up early, getting there a few minutes late, taking flack from the T about the lateness.  Then when the Terrorist left... Oh, Jesus.  That was the worst part. 
The day, DRAGGED. 

That was by far the worse day.  Even though the next day he threw whiney fits up the wazoo.  That first day sucked.

It's gotten a billion and ten times better since that first day.
Thank god.

What I've learned...

• Kid entertainment is weird these days... Bionicles.  What the hell is that shit?  Some of the Cartoon Network Cartoons are okay but Yu-gi-oh and Pokemon are just fucking bizarre.
• Apparently the Loch Ness monster is some old dinosaur that was frozen then reanimated.  (Little T can give you a lot more details but personally I think it takes the mystery/excitement/adventure out of it.)
• I now know why stay at home mom's get freakishly happy at the end of summer.  Don't get me wrong, He's a great kid and I love hanging out with him, but I miss having more than a day (or two) a week to myself.  I look forward to the start of school, because I'll have more free time (and more job availability) and because he'll hopefully get a few friends.
• A good book will keep him quite for (almost) as long as a movie. 
  
• Father and son can be amazingly similar even if kid didn't grow up around dad.  (They are both SOOO literal!!  Little T more so in ways such as.. "Wait a minute..."  Then a minute later... "Megan, it's been a Minute!"  Drives me nuts!  The T isn't quite that bad but I'm sure it's just something he grew out of.)

There was more, but he finished his book.  We're gonna go do some together stuff before I have to get in the shower.

• Kids can eat an amazing amount of food.  (Well I don't know if it's all kids or just this one... but sweet jesus the boy can eat!!)
• This whole ordeal has given me some insight to my sister.  She was 27 (my age) when her oldest was 9 (Little T's age).  I don't know how she did it... especially with 2 kids!!  Amazing.

Plan for the night... get home at a semi-reasonable time.  Smoke.  Maybe hang photos.  Watch cheesy dance movie.  Pass out... sleep for... as long as possible.