Two weeks have gone by and a lot has happened since my last post. For some reason I couldn't find the energy to write. My apologies to my five loyal readers. I'll try to do better!!!
We finished the kid's mission project. What a waste of money! I probably could have paid for her entire class to go to a mission for what we spent on materials for the model she built. She did an excellent job...and I really tried to not take over...tried being the operative word here.
The dreaded field trip came and went. She didn't go. We went to Huntington Gardens instead of the mission. She loved it. We went to the Children's Garden, the art museum, the Japanese Garden, and the Lilly pads. We even had tea at the Rose Tea Room. I recommend going once but after that you could probably skip it. The food was too fancy for the kid who ended up getting Taco Bell after we were done. Sigh.
We went to open house.
I took a lot of pictures of my dogs with Hipstamatic. I became a little obsessed.
The kid had some problems with girls at school. They wouldn't let her sit at the lunch table even though there were empty spots AND she told me that the ring-leader picks one girl not to like that week and they all have to be mean to her. SERIOUSLY? Why haven't we evolved from this yet?!?!? I remember this happening to me in 5th grade. It was devastating. All I could is hold her, empathize, and tell her to tell those girls to fuck off. Ok, maybe not that last part. But I wanted to!!!! I DID email the teacher because COME ON. Enough already! I know she is different and doesn't relate well with children her age and we're working on it but that doesn't mean that it is okay for her to be picked on ALL the time. I'm monitoring the situation closely.
My kid hated softball. Hated. It. It took a lot of cajoling, bribing, crying and yelling just to get her to go. Then after it was over it was crying, pleading and expression of adamant dislike all over again. Each practice and game day was turning into a little softball sandwich of angst. After much consideration and deliberation, we, her parents, decided it was time to let it go. Playing a team sport wasn't worth the tears or stress it was causing in our lives. She was relieved. We were little sad but we'll get over it. We realized it just wasn't her thing.
We bought another Betta fish because we are gluttons for punishment. The kid INSISTED that Speedy, the male Betta fish, NEEDED a friend. A girl friend, to be exact. So we bought a female Betta fish, who was named Angel. It was a tragic, short-lived love affair. They had to live in separate bowls. They could only see each other through two thick pieces of plastic. It was just too much for Angel. She died just a few short days after we got her. She was devastated by her passing...for a few hours...then she was asking for a lizard or a rat. Um, NO!
We made cupcakes. And we dyed Easter eggs.
I made a ham. It was DELICIOUS. With the great dishes from my mom and ribs that my husband made we STILL have leftovers. Easter dinner continues at our house again tonight.
And...scene.
I think that brings me current. I have lots to do in the next few weeks - we're planning a vacation to visit my husband's parents, I have to find music and drama programs for the kid because that IS her thing, I have to beat up some ten year olds keep tabs on the issues at school and daycare and of course I have to do all this while working full-time.
I wouldn't change it for the world.
Well, maybe the working full-time bit. ;)
