Friday, September 19, 2008

Hey Big Daddy

Got a call from one of Motormouth's teachers today. She was telling me that there was a girl in the class that told her "my daddy's name is T-E-R-R-Y-J-O-N-E-S" The teacher says "Oh, I know Terry Jones, I went to school with your dad." Motormouth says "did you go to school with my dad?" The teacher says "Oh, maybe, what is your dad's name?" Motormouth says "It's D-A-D-D-Y" Teacher says "okay, what is his real name? What does your mom call your dad?" (now isn't THAT a dangerous question???) Motormouth (so serious) "D-A-D-D-Y".

Oh, that's just great.

Yakkity Yak

Me: did you make sure that Mrs. Berends got that envelope that I sent in your folder for her?

Motormouth: (formerly known as T-man): Yes! I put it on the teacher's desk in my class that has no chairs, just balls to sit on. She is in there sometimes.

Me: Okay, but do you know if she got it? It had money in it.

Motormouth: yeah, she came in and saw it and picked it up and saw me and said (in singsong voice) '"Motormouth" thank you very much, tell your mom.....blah, blah, blah.'

Me: Mrs. Berends said to tell me blah, blah, blah?

Motormouth: (giggling) No, she said real words, I just don't remember any of them.

Me: Gee, hope it wasn't something important.

Motormouth: Don't worry mom, I'm sure it wasn't.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Attack Dog

Rocky is on the warpath today. He stayed outside for an hour this morning so he could moniter the movements of a plastic bag that was threatening our house and all it's occupants by laying in our front yard. He then continued his security patrol by barking and growling hysterically in every room of our house until I would come and chase him out and into the next one. His ears prick up and his hackles raise every time the refridgerator kicks on. This is a 12 lb. Army of One dedicated to driving me out of my mind. I had attempted to organize the kid's dressers and dust the house today, but I finally gave up so I could come and protect the dog from himself. He responded by stretching out in the sun and falling asleep. What did I do this afternoon? I watched a dog breathe. I feel postively productive.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Such a great mom

It's raining here, and it is about time for T-man to get off the bus. Feeling overly motherly, I grab the umbrella and head out to wait for him. Feeling pretty great about myself for about 5 minutes until I remembered that T-man is staying after school for tutoring. Where's my Super-Mom cape so I can strangle myself with it?

Friday, September 5, 2008

Oh Wheeeeeere is my Monkey???

Monkey's school calls again yesterday:
Me: Did he do better today?

Them: Well, it was a rough start since he didn't come right away.

Me: Uh, What?

Them: Well, he wasn't on the bus, so we just figured that he wasn't coming today, but you hadn't called the absent hotline so.......don't worry, the bus driver brought him back.

Me: Brought him back from WHERE?

Them: oh... uh... she just brought him in. I guess he hid between the seats for a while. He came in about a 12:45 (don't panic here everybody-school starts at 12:30, but at the time I thought it started at 12:15) so we took him right to gym. He did okay there, I gave him a Skittle for participating....

Me: Can we go back for a minute? How long was it before she realized he was still on the bus? Had she left the school?

Them: Oh, I really don't know...she has a lot of kindergarteners you know.... (yeah, Monkey's school has one afternoon Kindergarten class of 23 kids, even if they all ride his bus.....) I think there is a policy where they have to check all the seats....I guess if you need more information then you will have to call Transportation.

Me: (over the screaming inside my head) Thanks, that is really helpful. I guess I will just ask the busdriver tomorrow what happened. Even with ALL those other kindergarteners, I bet she'll notice if he gets off from now on.

P.S.- After this call, and I figured out that the timeline was 10-15 minutes, I started to feel a little better. The chances of her parking the bus and leaving it somewhere and then coming back are next to none in that time frame. I talked to the busdriver and she had started to leave the school and realized he was there, and took him back. Monkey giggled the whole time. Also, if they are going to park the bus, they have to walk to the back and engage something that says it is empty or all these alarms go off, so they check it when they park it. So, it is the thoughts of what could have been that are so terrifying for a parent. The principal is brand new this year, (and wasn't the one that made the initial call to me) and she is a little shaken by this, so she was going to call Transportation herself. She did however get to talk to Sgt. Grumpy this morning about it, I bet that was fun for her