I really need for this week to be over

Posted in Gripe gripe gripe, Motherhood uncensored, Workplace insanity on June 30th, 2010 |  No Comments »

Dear County Constable Officer:

I owe you a sincere thanks for not ticketing my dumb ass as it sped merrily through a 45 mph work zone at 60 miles an hour.  While, um, talking on my cell phone.  I deserved that ticket and we both knew it.  Although to be honest, I’m just glad you didn’t clock me five minutes before, when I was flying low at nearly 90.

However, you were kind enough to make me a deal:  if I listened to your brief lecture on the dangers of speeding – especially through construction areas – you’d let me off with a written warning.  This time.

And that, my good sir, is the best deal I’ve been offered in quite a while.

Thanks again, A grateful new law-abiding citizen

*****

Dear Professor Old:

I’m trying to help you.  Really I am.  However, I have to admit that I’m getting a little frustrated.  We’re talking in circles here.

I told you that I’ll take care of getting the letter that you need.  I promise, I will.  That’s part of my job.  And I guarantee that I will get it signed by our authorized organization representative, a person who is also known as an AOR.

But here’s the thing.  You keep tossing around “AOR”, constantly, in every single e-mail that you send, and to quote Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word, and I do not think it means what you think it means.  Yet you continue to emphasize the necessity.  It’s really the priority at this point, you e-mailed me, to get the AOR.

And while I’d love to oblige, something tells me that my boss may object to being gotten.  As I’ve tried to explain, the AOR is a person.  You can get the AOR’s signature.  You can get the AOR a cup of coffee.  However, you cannot get the AOR.

We won’t even discuss the convoluted manner in which you’re approaching your budget preparation, or the fact that I don’t have a clue how to submit your proposal in the first place.  But none of that matters anyway, because as you’ve pointed out repeatedly – the main thing is just to get the AOR.

Best of luck, NonSoccerMom

*****

Dear Cat:

If you don’t shut your face, I’ll be forced to shut it for you.  Just a gentle word of warning.  FTLOG.

Thanks much, Your incredibly disgruntled owner

*****

Dear Miss T:

I love you dearly, you know that, so I just need to throw this out there:

It is really, really embarrassing when I’m carrying you into a public place for you to have your arms wrapped around my neck while loudly yelling, “I want my Mommy!  I want my Mommy!”

Love, YOUR MOTHER


The lazy woman’s update

Posted in Adventures in domesticity, General pointlessness on June 13th, 2010 |  2 Comments »

I’ve been sadly remiss in posting anything about the very busy last couple of weeks, and if nothing else I need to get that last post off the top of my home page.  To that end, pitifully short summaries.  With pictures!

Over Memorial Day weekend, N and I went to Baltimore for his college roommate’s wedding.  We hadn’t seen a lot of his friends in years (since the last one of them got married in San Antonio five years ago, probably), so it was nice for N to get the chance to catch up.  He hung out with them both nights we were there, leaving me alone in a hotel room.  Which was fine, I’m certainly capable of entertaining myself (which in this case consisted mainly of watching TV and tweeting about having forgotten to pack pajamas).

Unfortunately I also forgot to pack a necklace for the wedding, which bothers me every time  I look at this picture.  Oh well.

The reception venue was very pretty, the appetizers were yummy and the wine was free-flowing.  So even though I don’t know most of N’s high school/college buddies very well (and was the only wife in attendance) I still had a nice time.  Beyond the wedding, we managed to sneak a little sight-seeing into a very quick, but quite enjoyable trip.

Then I had a few days to recover before the very next weekend, when it was time for another wedding.  My brother-in-law (Bill) got hitched in League City, Texas.  N was the best man, AE was one of the ring bearers and Miss T was a flower girl, so everyone got the chance to get all dressed up.

AE is not happy about having his wee sister on his lap at the rehearsal.  “Can we please go now?”

After a while, Miss T was done with the rehearsal too, and as you can see was being difficult when it came to having her picture  made.  It is not easy to hold that kid when she wants to be put down.

Personally, I think my kids were the cutest little wedding attendants in the history of marriage, but it is possible I’m biased.

It was hotter than hell during the ceremony, but that may have just been a manifestation of my stress since I ended up wrangling children that did not belong to me.  As a general rule, I do not like other people’s kids.  And that is all I have to say about that.

There was plenty of dancing and it certainly seemed like everyone was having a good time.  Although at dinner I did discover my own personal version of hell:  children + rented and/or expensive clothing + chocolate fountain = GAH.  But in the end, all was well, and now I have a new sister-in-law.  Welcome to the family!

Ever since we made it home, I’ve found myself mired down in laundry and playing catch-up at work and just keeping up with life in general.  N and I are taking AE to Denver later this week, so the next few days will be spent getting prepped and ready for that.  Miss T will be spending that time with her beloved Nonna (my mother), but AE is actually in The Swamp at the moment so we’ll have to do the meet-and-swap some time before our flight out on Thursday afternoon.  Anyhoo, all that to say, I very likely won’t be updating again before we return from Denver, so see you on the flip side!


Nice.

Posted in General pointlessness on June 2nd, 2010 |  1 Comment »

Good news!  Now, apparently, I am attracting all sorts of pervy googlers.  That’s what I’ve been going for.  I’ve finally achieved my goal of catering to the deviant population of the world.  What did I do to deserve this?  Oh, right.  I watched the (PG-13 rated) movie xXx and reviewed it here (rather half-assedly, I might add).  Stupid, clearly.  Also stupid, actually listing all of these alarming search phrases which will undoubtedly cause me to get even more hits and around and around we go.  I’m going to have to delete my entire blog, aren’t I?  Because now I’m getting hits from searches like this:

  • “xxx mom” – Whatever floats your boat, I guess.
  • “mom xxx” – Fine, fine.  Whatevs.  We get it.  Disturbing though it may be.
  • “i want to watch, mom and son xxx videos” – I really could have lived my entire life without knowing that people have fetishes like this one.
  • “mom home make videos xxx” – Ew.
  • “i want suck mom.com” – Just, no.
  • “xxx mom movies” – Why?  WHY.
  • “mom sucking boy” – OH MY GOD.

The good news is, clearly none of these people found what they were looking for as none of them actually stayed on the site long enough to read anything.  The bad news…well, that should be self explanatory, and if it isn’t, I can’t help you.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go take a shower.  Or ten.


Updates/boringness

Posted in General pointlessness on May 24th, 2010 |  5 Comments »

Huh, what do you know.

Well, that’s it!  That’s the whole post.  I found that single sentence saved in my drafts just now and am wondering why in the hell I bothered to save it.  I’m also wondering what it is that we were supposed to know, exactly.  Hmm.

I don’t really have anything cohesive to write about, but feel sort of obligated to throw something up.  Meh.  Here, have some bullet points:

  • AE somehow managed to stab himself in the hand with a pencil on Saturday night.  It was pretty impressive, actually.  He was totally upright and then all of a sudden he was on the ground with a bloody puncture wound.  Fortunately, he seems none the worse for wear, especially when you consider how big of a wuss he can be sometimes.
  • Miss T’s gym had their “mini-Olympics” on Saturday.  We still expect her to react to large crowds and/or new situations like her brother would have at that age (or now, if we’re being honest) – slack-jawed and dazed with a complete loss of ability to focus.  However, she did great, showing off her prowess on the various apparatus (apparati?  apparatuses?) and just generally being cute.  All the participants got a T-shirt and a trophy, so she was pretty excited about that.
  • I’m swamped at work.  SWAMPED.  I know I say that a lot but OMFG I MEAN IT FOR REALS THIS TIME.  Holy hell.  For every thing I get done 3 more things appear on my desk.  I’ve got people I haven’t heard from in weeks suddenly appearing to submit proposals.  It isn’t just me, either.  Almost every single person in my department is about ready to scream.  I keep hoping that some of the faculty will go away for the summer and give us a break, but so far, no dice.
  • N and I are leaving for Baltimore on Friday to go to his college roommate’s wedding.  I’m really looking forward to it.  I love air travel, and weddings, and dressing up, so I win all around!  I’ve got a new dress for the wedding, and MacGyvered a pretty impressive belt solution to my as-yet-unworn rehearsal dinner dress (if I do say so myself).  Pictures of my genius to follow post-wedding, I promise.
  • Speaking of MacGyver, I understand that the new MacGruber movie tanked.  BWAHAHAHAHA SERVES THEM RIGHT FOR MAKING FUN OF MY BELOVED MAC.  Ahem.  <——NERD
  • I am ridiculously, embarrassingly excited about the NCIS season finale tomorrow night.  (See above re:  nerd.)  But that’s okay!  I will not apologize because it’s a great show.
  • August needs to hurry up and get here.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to everything we have going on this summer, but my first grad school class begins on August 17 and am really looking forward to getting started.
  • I have reserved my spicy chicken sandwich at the local Chick-fil-A on Tuesday, June 1, between the hours of 11 a.m. and 2 p.m.  N made fun of me when I gleefully announced my reservation confirmation, but who will be enjoying  their yummy FREE lunch that day?  This bitch, that’s who.  No free sandwiches for poo-pooing skeptics.  It’s a Doodles the Chicken policy.
  • I’m never sure how to end a bullet point list.  So, the end.

It takes a village

Posted in Motherhood uncensored, Things and stuff on May 19th, 2010 |  6 Comments »

There’s this kid at school that’s been hassling AE for quite a while now.  At first it didn’t seem like a big deal, and was in fact material for pretty funny school journal entries.  But then it continued.  Almost every day AE would come home saying that Alex S. had punched him in the privates.  We asked him if his teacher knew this was going on, and he said yes.  Yet it didn’t stop.

Finally I sent his teacher an e-mail.  AE’s father and I are concerned, I said.  Is this normal playground roughhousing, or is something more going on?  As I’m sure you’re aware, it’s hard to get the straight story out of a seven-year-old.

She responded almost immediately.  I was aware that this behavior had happened in the past.  I did not realize it was still going on.  I will speak to the boys right away.  I will make sure it stops.  Thank you so much for bringing it to my attention.

When I picked AE up from school that day, the first thing he did was tell me how his teacher had pulled him aside.  I’m supposed to tell her if Alex S. punches me in the privates again, he exclaimed.  Good, I said. Just remember that it’s not a matter of being a tattletale just to get him in trouble.  Punching you like that is not okay.

I know, Mom, he assured me.

A few weeks passed, in which AE’s reports of Alex S.-based harassment seemed less frequent.  He mentioned a few instances in which the kid had been sent to the principal or put in ISS (in-school suspension), but usually because of some other infraction.   But there were a few times where the punishment was a result of punching AE.  In the privates.  Again.

AE assured me that his teacher was on top of it.  She knows, she saw it happen, she sent him right to the principal.

So I let it go.

But yesterday afternoon at work, my phone rang.  It was an outside number that I didn’t recognize, but I figured it was a faculty member calling me from home.  I answered.

Hello, the voice said, this is AE’s teacher, Ms. B.  I wanted to let you know that there was another incident with the boys today.  During music class, Alex S. hit your AE in the privates yet again. I listened quietly as she continued.  I’m at my wit’s end.  I’ve done everything I can think of to get through to Alex S.  I’ve sent him to the principal, he’s been put in ISS.  I’ve told him to stay away from AE and I’ve discussed things with his mom.  As a mother myself, I know how frustrated you must be.  I just want you to know that I’m doing everything I can, but nothing seems to help.

I know you are, I said, and I appreciate it.  They won’t be in the same classroom again next year, will they?

Absolutely not, she said.  I’ve already turned in my recommendation.  AE is a good kid.  He’s not doing anything to provoke this behavior, Alex S. just seems to have fixated on him for some reason.  The other kids in the class were the ones to tell me today.  AE was just standing there minding his own business.

We talked for a few more minutes and she welcomed me to contact the principal, assuring me that he is aware of the entire situation.  Great, thank you for calling me, I said sincerely.  It was after I hung up that I realized: I have absolutely no idea how to deal with this.  These aren’t the things you think about when you’re pregnant and glowing and buying crib sheets.  These aren’t the things you think about confronting with when your toddler is throwing a fit about dinner options for the eleventy hojillionth time.  I’m not prepared for this.

So what do we do?  N and I discussed it, but really, what are our options?  One of my coworkers – whose children are grown – suggested calling the kid’s mother.  Whatever the school’s doing as punishment clearly isn’t making a difference.  You need to make sure his mother is aware there’s a problem. She’s got a point, but the very idea of calling his mom nearly makes me break out in hives.  I’ve met her before, and she was nice enough, but I can’t even fathom beginning THAT conversation.

Well, then tell AE to hit him back, this same coworker suggested.  Yeah, a few male coworkers chimed in.  He needs to hit Alex S. in the nuts.  That’ll teach him. Surprisingly, my mother – a 30-year teaching veteran – suggested the very same thing.

Okay.  While I do realize that often bullies only understand their own language – in this case, nut-punching – I just don’t think I’m ready to tell my kid that I condone such activities, no matter the situation.  It’s a fine line between standing up for oneself and merely stooping to the bully’s level.  On the other hand, I do think he is old enough to understand if we explained Look, normally we don’t allow such things.  And the school will have to punish you, because it is breaking the rules.  But maybe he’ll get it if he sees how much it hurts.  Maybe he’ll finally leave you alone.

But even if we gave the green light, I don’t think AE would be able to bring himself to do that.  He’s not programmed that way.  He’s not like Alex S.

I don’t know.  That’s what it all boils down to.  The school year is almost over, and with the assurance that the boys won’t be in the same classroom next year, I’m tempted to continue to let it go. It’s just this one kid with a fixation, it’s not like AE is constantly the target of bullying.

Except.

N pointed out something that I hadn’t considered – Alex S. attended the school district’s all-day summer camp last year, just like AE.

So with that realization, now there’s another, louder part of me that’s tempted to e-mail the principal a warning.  Just so you know, I’ve given my child the go-ahead to punch Alex S. in the nuts.  Punish him if you want, but we’re taking him out for ice cream afterward.