Sassy Mama: Montag, Montag...
For goodness sakes....what a day it has been....just like a Montag.
Astroboy is stressed out with homework and Catehism (spelling?) catch-up work only to tell me that he missed five sessions so he'll have to start over again next year. Huh? Then why's he doing all the catch-up work. I'm confused. LoveMeBoy is taking a nap, thank the heavens above. He's crashed out over the ottoman now. OrneryTigerCub is chewing on a marker (did you expect anything else...at least it's capped...this time). Pebbles is nie-nie with Daddy. Which leaves me here, blogging. I'm pretty sure my attention would be better served toward Mt. Laundry or Swamp Dirty Dishes...put I'm chilling in Blog Island so they can just kiss it.
You know...I've been wanting to sort of make up a list of what I've learned but I can't. Not that I haven't learned anything...just I can't think of it all. It's stuff I recall when I'm faced with a trial or a decision but not stuff that randomly flits through my brain or is friendly to recall-on-demand.
Dinner may easily be pizza tonight. But between the hours of 3 p.m. to 5 p.m. I always say it's pizza. 3 p.m. to 5 p.m. is THE worst time of day for me. I hate it...I wouldn't miss it if they took it off the clock and went straight to 6:25...dinner magically appearing on the table. Sort of like:
Astroboy is stressed out with homework and Catehism (spelling?) catch-up work only to tell me that he missed five sessions so he'll have to start over again next year. Huh? Then why's he doing all the catch-up work. I'm confused. LoveMeBoy is taking a nap, thank the heavens above. He's crashed out over the ottoman now. OrneryTigerCub is chewing on a marker (did you expect anything else...at least it's capped...this time). Pebbles is nie-nie with Daddy. Which leaves me here, blogging. I'm pretty sure my attention would be better served toward Mt. Laundry or Swamp Dirty Dishes...put I'm chilling in Blog Island so they can just kiss it.
You know...I've been wanting to sort of make up a list of what I've learned but I can't. Not that I haven't learned anything...just I can't think of it all. It's stuff I recall when I'm faced with a trial or a decision but not stuff that randomly flits through my brain or is friendly to recall-on-demand.
Dinner may easily be pizza tonight. But between the hours of 3 p.m. to 5 p.m. I always say it's pizza. 3 p.m. to 5 p.m. is THE worst time of day for me. I hate it...I wouldn't miss it if they took it off the clock and went straight to 6:25...dinner magically appearing on the table. Sort of like:
Labels: sassy mama
posted by Jen Spedowfski-Martin at
4:01 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home