Friday, October 21, 2011

Reason #347 For Why I Can Not be a SAHM

Really, SAHM's (Stay At Home Mom's) I hand it to ya.  Moreover, WAHM's (Work At Home Mom's) I am floored at how you do it.  Heaven help me.  I'm trying to get the last of my garden preserved, and I can't finish anything without a vacuum or towel or Norwex cloth in my hand.  Now, in all fairness, I have a mountain of Kale to dehydrate, and searching through the curly leaf kale for caterpillars the same exact color, is painstaking and takes an extraordinary amount of time.  But Emme has a deck box full, no, OVERFLOWING, with toys.  What does she find?  The plant I brought in from outside because I didn't want it to freeze.  And the dirt.  Everywhere.  I knew she was too quiet...

On a more positive note, as I was typing, she climbed onto the table, sat herself in her high chair and buckled herself in.  And is now making a mountain out of a mole hill.  Time for a snack I guess.

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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Bullying

So who knew bullying started in Preschool, right?  I'm curious, who teaches their boys that it's OK to hit and pinch and kick?  Older siblings?  Parents who rough house?  Parents who don't pay any attention to what their kids are doing?  Because Brighton started being bullied in Pre-K.  He's now in Kindergarten and being bullied again.

Being a fierce mama, I am inclined to rock the world of this kid's parents.  I don't want my son to continue to be party to this brat's pinching and kicking and pushing and punching.  He's the kind of kid that looks all cute but the second you turn your head away, he's punching someone, breaking something, doing something he's not supposed to be doing.

On the other hand, my son has a tendency to exaggerate, and as of late, lie.  He's not perfect, not by a long shot, and I'm sure he's party to some kind of Neanderthal behavior himself on the playground.  He has a propensity for quick tears.  He's not assertive, he's not mean, he's not ... well, he's not a neanderthal. 

So what's a mom to do?  I've emailed his teacher, principal, counselor, and superintendent.  Though it seems for all pretenses, that they're listening to what I'm saying, it also seems that they would rather I handle it by helping to "empower" Brighton to tell his teacher and for me to talk to this other kid's parents.  Oh I'll talk to them alright.  But if I don't see some kind of improvement, I'm taking him out of this school.

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Sunday, October 2, 2011

Getting the worst mother ever award again, at Emme's Dr. Visit the other day, she asked how many words Emme has, and I said .... "Uh...I dunno?? She mostly grunts." Now, in my defense, I only had 2.5 hours of sleep the night before...or the morning before...so she cut me some slack. So here's a list thus far that I can think of, just to prove to no one in particular (because no one reads this blog) that I'm not a completely inept mother...


Wow

Poop

Duck

Cat

Uh-Oh

Night-Night

Mom

Dad

Brighton (i-ton)

Woof

Dog

No!

All Done





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