Mama Drama

I must admit, I got sucked in.

The day school was out, Syd got her report card.
On the report card was a little white sticker. With the name of her teacher for next year.
Almost immediately the phone began to ring.

"Who did you get?"
At first, I had no idea what the question meant.
Then I got it.
"Oh, Syd got Soandso."
Then, the dreaded response.
"oh"
Or, more of an "Ugh"

Crap.
So, then the gossip starts.
"Well, I heard from my friend that she is mean, unorganized, and your princess will learn nothing all year and eventually turn into an uneducated delinquent who will go on to a life of crime"
Or something like that.
At least that's what I heard.

It took me exactly two hours to spiral into worry, anger, and despair.
SB was going to be a juvenile delinquent by 2nd grade, and I had to put a stop to it!

That weekend was Hell. There was some serious stewing going on.
The following Monday I talked to the Principal. She confirmed what I figured out on Sunday.
I was crazy. The gossip was slightly exaggerated. And Princess would be fine.
Maybe even excel.
Who knows?

I also got a call from the teacher, making sure we have good communication.
She said she's so excited to have Princess in her class.

The drama is over.
Next time I just have to get a hold of my damn self.
Please remind me of this moment the next time I see that little white sticker.

A Mommy Playdate

I know I should be past this, but as a stay at home mom, and a grown ass woman, it is really nice to find a new friend.
For me.
Not because she has kids the same age. She doesn't.
Just because I like the cut of her jib.
I met her at a PTA party. I know, I am sooo glamorous.
She's taller than me, curses like a sailor, and enjoys a cocktail from time to time.
Obviously, I was smitten.

So we set up a playdate, like all moms do.
Had to cancel the first time because Jonny had strep. I know, sooo jealous of my life!
So, we had to reschedule. We just had our mommy date yesterday.

We went to her development's pool. I had never been. It was awesome and frightening all at the same time. Some kids running around like wild animals escaped from the zoo while their mothers were miles away working on their tans and gossip. Other cool people I knew who stooped by to chat. Crazy. Fun. Weird.

Reminding me that I could never live there because, with my lack of filter, I'd be blackballed in a heartbeat.

But I digress.
It was just cool, to talk to someone who was like me, but not like me.
We shared parenting views, which is surprisingly hard to find sometimes.
Her kids are awesome and respectful. Again, surprisingly rare.

We shared some stories, commiserated over the loss of a parent. Understood what it was like to not live in the same place your whole life, and just hung out.
Again, it was so nice.

She kept asking if I could see my kids OK, so that I had an eye on them in the pool, which I thought was so thoughtful. As much as I would love to think I can just let my kids go, I can't.

And we spent almost 4 hours at the frickin pool! The longest any of us had ever been at a pool in one sitting! AMAZING!

And Jonny slept like a rock as soon as I strapped him in the car seat.
A very productive day for all.

I'm so fired up! I did something for me! Sort of. And Sydney told Daddy tonight at dinner that she and Jonny went with Mommy on her playdate.

Awesome.

Last Week of School Meltdown, For Me.

I am losing it this week.
I am not confident I can make it to Monday.

All week long, Sydney Beth has announced it's the last whatever of first grade.
"Today is the last Tuesday of First Grade", etc.
Today was the teddy bear picnic with all the classes. So cute you could almost vomit.
The kids had such a good time, but there's the sneaky feeling that next year they would be waaay to cool for that. Crap.

I also have the pleasure of being the PTA treasurer, so while I am dealing with the fact that my oldest is growing up faster than I would prefer, I have to be the personal ATM for all departments of the school who have decided to sit on their damn hands until the very last minute.
Seriously?
No, the end of our fiscal year is in 2 weeks,and you had all year to put in your check requests, but THIS WEEK would be a perfect time for me to go over what I can and cannot reimburse you for. And sure, I would LOVE to turn over this check for you in 24 hours. Because I have nothing better to do and I'm not a VOLUNTEER or anything.

I really am cracking up. I have never been hostile over the PTA before. not really.

And, I dropped Jonny off at his friends' house to play,and I left.
And he didn't even burst into tears when I left.

Dammit.

Still "edgy in my mom-mobile". HELL YEAH!

Yesterday a friend gave me an AWESOME compliment.
"I love your hip, edgy blog".
Seriously? Personally, I think I am sooooo lame, but I'll take it.

So I was cruising in the Giant Parking lot today, low and slow.
3 miles an hour so everyone can see you, as Will Smith says.
I was pumpin' a little Snoop Dogg, LOUD (on the 90's station)
And I just had to giggle at myself.

I have no idea how I got here.
Actually, I do, and it's a looong, crazy story,
but I am diggin' life as a crazy ass housewife.

Every once in a while, or more, I try to remember who I was before domestic bliss.
I put on makeup. Wear a bra with under wire. Put red streaks in my little pixie hairdo.
Pump the nineties old school rap.
And I know I look a fool, but I do not care.
I have to represent.
And I do LOVE my life.

So if you want to call me "edgy", go for it.
It is a huge honor.
I definitely was edgy once.
So I will take it, and thanks.
Hopefully I am teaching my kids that a little edge is good for you.

Rock on!

Do I Have to do EVERYTHING?

Jesus, Mary, and Joesph!
or, as my 4 year old would say, "Jesus Mary and the other guy"

But seriously? How do these people function when I am not around?

Dirty dishes do not magically clean themselves!

We are having the driveway sealed. The neighbor is graciously dealing with the logistics. She tells me it's going to be on a Saturday, do we have a preference of morning or afternoon.
"Nah, we'll be here. Whatever works best for you"
Well, wrong answer. SOME MALE in my house wants me to call her back and tell her HE doesn't want to be off the driveway for a whole weekend, so SHE needs to reschedule it for the morning.
Can the grown ass man do it himself? no.

Jonny needs juice.
In a sippy cup.
With a blue top.
No, make that iced tea.
With a blue top.

Daddy is playing video games.
Tough life.

Then, SOME MALE asks me if I have purchased plane tickets for a trip that I AM NOT GOING ON.
"Um no. I priced the trips. I wrote it all down for you. Did you keep the paper?"
"No, can you check to see if anything has changed?"
"Actually I check yesterday when I got an Internet sale notice, but the price is the same"
"Oh, can you do it again?"
"No dude, are you SHITTING ME?"

That's when I went to bed.

Why Am I Awake?

It's 3 something in the morning, and I am UP!
I hate these days.
I think it's karma.
You can't have an awesome Memorial Day weekend, and then just expect to SLEEP, can you?
Not this girl.

I love my house. It is a place where people just show up and linger, and that is exactly what I love about it. It's what I always wanted, even before I knew it. A place where everyone is welcome and comfortable.

This weekend, we had a couple good friends just show up and linger, so we made it a party. Pulled out the slip n slide for the kids, invited a few more, and fired up the grill. Amazing how steaks for 6 can now feed ten. I swear it's like the loaves and fishes, but with beer. Lots of beer.

So this weekend ROCKED! And the boys made the new deck, which means I no longer contemplate the regrets of my life every time I use the steps on the deck.

This week should rock too. A week full of celebration, shows, and a weekend that should come quickly.

No way, baby.

Take the kids to their gymnastics show, after prying them out of the house. Show goes well, dad is golfing, but it's all good. Show ends and am taking kids to celebratory pizza dinner when a headache and nausea hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks.

Shit.

Make it through dinner. The crab dip with fries was probably not the best choice. It was not fun coming back up as SOON as I got through the door.

See? Karma.
And now I am UP!.
Awesome.