Bumbling, Babbling Boob

Yes, I am calling myself a boob because . . . . . . I totally did not post on A day for the A-Z Challenge. So today's post is all about bumbling and babbling. I am in the process of getting my husband back in school and making sure he stays until he gets his degree.

I am still house hunting but now I even include condos. I hadn't considered them since I was really looking for the "American Dream" home. I am also boggled down at work. Hhmm, boggled, should have put that in the title too. I cancelled my trip to for spring break since I will need a hefty down payment plus pay for closing costs should I get the property. :(

I digress, work is like a freaking zoo frenzy. Oh, wait, I can save the frenzy for F day. :D The state will be in to review our progress and we will also be graded by the city's school superintendent's office (Quality Review). More on that by Wednesday.

My children are doing well but my eldest is feeling the crunch of his 11th year (3rd year of high school). With exams quickly approaching, he is now required to go to school on Saturdays for test prep. My two daughters are plodding along and receiving good grades. I hope all stays along that path or else I will no longer be able to post (I will have died from insanity).

Well that is all I have time for today. Must finish my blog post for the Burrow and continue house-hunting.

Just Love

Sometimes, I really do not like you.  There are times when your obnoxious behavior is absolutely cannot be condoned.  The snide remarks, lack of anger management and use of profanity is unacceptable.  As a child, you were sweet, loving, optimistic and open-minded.  As an adult, for lack of better words, you really suck.  Not once did you come see me when I was sick in the hospital.  But you made sure to stop by on payday, didn't you! However, you are my blood and I love you unconditionally.  I will bail you out this time, if only just for love.

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Orange Mushroom

"What's this Mommy?"

"Well, that's a mushroom. Not sure which kind but it looks beautiful."

"Can we eat it? It looks like really yummy candy."

"No, sweetie. We can't eat bright orange mushrooms. Matter of fact, most mushrooms are poisonous. Don't ever eat any mushrooms that are growing outside. Okay?"

"So, all mushrooms outside will kill me."

"Yup. Our bodies can't handle them. Promise not to eat any. I see that little glint in your eye. You cannot eat them, even when I'm not with you."

"Yes, Mommy. Can we get something to eat? The mushroom made me really hungry."



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Random Saturday: Kids n' Things

Today, I helped my youngest daughter with her homework and realized that although she is a great decoder (able to read words), she has great difficulty with reading comprehension.  I bought her a second grade reading comprehension skills book.  She seems to get half of the questions correct.  I went over the problems she got wrong and she has a better understanding of what the question is actually asking.

I also got on my son's butt about a math project he should have completed yesterday in school.  Let me start from the beginning.  I went to parent-teachers afternoon conferences yesterday.  Fortunately for me, my son attends the very high school in which I teach.  Unfortuantely for him, he did not get rave reviews.  He is very intelligent, very creative but a bit of a slacker.  He waits until the very last minute to do projects and homework assignments.  So when I met with his teachers, it was the same comment over and over, "Your son has such great potential.  However, he fails to submit work."  Do you want to know the crazy thing?  He actually does the work but doesn't hand it in to his teachers.  So now I am micromanaging, which I hate to do but it's necessary for now.  No electronic devices for him until next report card in December.

My middle daughter is also in trouble.  She has become the social butterfly.  Last year she was in ARISTA honors society.  This year, she is getting barely above an 82 average.  Like really!  No electronics for her either.  I helped her to organize not only her room but her bookbag also.  We set up folders for each subject for handouts and whatnot plus put her notes in chronological order for studying.  What happens?  She couldn't find the folder with her work.  Her teacher is looking at me and I am looking at my daughter.  So now on Sundays, I do bookbag checks for my kids at home just like I do on Fridays for my students in study hall.

But not all is bad.  I go on a retreat with my school on Monday and Tuesday to determine how to move the school forward and decide on what are our "next steps."  Hubby is great and our relationship after ten years together and eight years married is wonderful.  Yes, there are ups and downs but for the most part, we are well.

I've been thinking of going back to school.  I need thirty credits above my master's to receive top pay as a teacher.  Not sure if I should major in Neuroscience: Developmental Disabilities or go for Educational Administration licensing to become an Assistant Principal.  Decisions, decisions. . .