my Mother’s Day / Birthday present. I managed to talk hubby into a new camera, it got here yesterday. I love it. My kids are gonna be sick of me and said camera by the end of the weekend. I got some really amazing shots. This was taken from 6 ft away, and you can see such detail, even the hairs on the tomato plant.
and I have a thing for flags… this one is my neighbor’s
not to mention the over 100 pictures of the kids I have taken so far.
to stalk UPS?
my mother’s day / birthday gift was shipped last night, and I have been refreshing the tracking page almost hourly to see the progress. It is due to be delivered tomorrow, though with my luck, we will be the last delivery on the truck, and it won’t get here till 9pm.
I can’t wait for my camera… I am so excited…
today is mid term progress reports. I get my second grader’s progress report… and all I can say is I am floored. For reading they marked meets, (mind you, last October her previous school informed me she read at a 5th grade level) and added in the notes “If the Arizona State Standards set wider perimeters of grading, I would mark exceeding the standards.”
Ok, Logic SCREAMS at me here… if the perimeters of grading are so narrow, then obviously, 3 grade levels above the grade she in would exceed them, right?
Writing was marked exceeting,
and Mathmatics got the same thing as reading…
this is ALL they have on the progress report..
of course… science and history would be a waste of space since they don’t teach them, (which still blows me away, 6 months in!)
And I have to sign this and send it back showing that I have seen it. I am fighting hard to keep from adding comments that will only cause problems for my child, since it seems she will be stuck in this school next year. No matter how much they suck, or how miserable she is.
This also makes me wonder if the principal might not be lying her to teachers too (remember, I have caught her in 2 lies to me) and they are just following what they are told.
ARGH!!!
Tomorrow is my baby, my first baby’s eighth birthday. I can’t believe that that itty bitty, 5lb 15oz tiny little thing is eight years old. She is so big, and tries so hard to be independent. She really is a big help when it comes to dealing with her siblings, though sometimes she tries too hard. She loves to try to take care of them, and to help me cook and serve meals, even the rare occasion when I let her make sandwiches for everyone for dinner.
It has been such a joy watching her grow so far… and I know there is a lot more to come, not all of it so much fun. I still can’t believe my baby is 8!
it only took half the time to wind the yarn I hanked up last week into cakes to be knitted from… I dyed it up last night, and then balled it up today, I think it turned out great…
really dark shades of green, and various lighter shades to a light-med green, with some white, but no pastels. Just exactly what I was looking for! and it took half the time to wind into balls as it did to put it in a hank to be dyed!
Now I just have to wait for the Mystery Shawl Knit-A-Long to start… 5 more weeks… SOB!
still not myself. Hubby keeps asking what is wrong and I keep telling him nothing, it is not worth the fight it would cause for me to tell him right now. He knows I am lying, but he isn’t willing to push it either..
Plus, 10 mins after he told me how worthless he thinks I am, he asked how I would feel if he took my truck for his Annual training, across the state, if we pick up a travel trailer between now and then, so he can take the trailer.. I told him i didn’t know… the whole time thinking.. “sure, leave me here with 3 kids, and a car I won’t get on the interstate with, cause it is not safe to have all 3 kids not in car seats on the interstate, for three fucking weeks, while you go party and drink beer with the assholes who treated you like shit for the year you were in Iraq with them. “
Then he proceeded to tell me how wonderful the gifted program is, won’t hear that a gifted program varies by school, and looking at this schools history I am not holding my breath about how wonderful a gifted program may be. All he will tell me is to look it up my self. I have, the school website is shit. You can’t even get the monthly menu till a week into the month. I did email the principal for more information, not that I am likely to trust any information she gives me, I have caught her in lies twice in just 6 months.
I have decided I am not fit company for the general human population, so I am taking a short break from The Board, in hopes of getting a better attitude… Not holding my breath on that one, but at least I won’t be spreading my malaise.
I am feeling depressed, hurt that my husband feels I am such a worthless mother, and not to be trusted with my children, And that he is satisfied with the piss-poor standard of education in this hellhole. even more miserable about being trapped here.
Afraid that the local idea of gifted will be as much of a joke as their kindergarten. And that Angel will be required to stay late for it, and will feel it is punishment, and come to resent it.
Unsure what I should do next get a job, put two kids in daycare for someone else to raise, not to my standards of behavior. So that my children can be as rude and unmannered as the rest of the nation. Let sub-par schools give my children sub-par educations, and give up on doing more?
Right now I just want to hide and cry, I feel ashamed that I married a person who thinks so badly of me.
Guess I won’t be keeping my oldest home and teaching her here.. I am just not to be trusted to see that she does the preplanned work that is laid out for her.
the never ending chore. With 3 fairly small children, it never ends. I usually take Sundays to do an extra round through the house and try to get it ready for the week. When we have the challenge of kids running out the door for school, and the work week and all. Of course, two of mine are old enough to help, but I am not really sure it is help if I have to continuously hound and remind them of what they are supposed to be doing. Because in the last 12 seconds, since I told them what they should be doing, they have forgotten the chore they were given and moved on to tormenting their little brother, or just spinning in circles in my living room. *sigh* But tell them that they can have some treat later and they will NEVER forget it.. plus will remind you every 10 seconds till they get it… and after they have had it they will tell you for the next two years… “I can still remember when you gave us _____ treat.”
ok.Back to making my house ready for the next week.
I discovered this afternoon the application on myspace that allows you to buy and sell your friends, and give them titles too. I have had a blast with it… between buying my friends… buying an idiot internet scammer and changing her title, and buying my friends back from the stupid scammer, I have been oddly entertained… Just what I needed to help lift my spirits from the oh so depressing heat wave we are having.
I want to play. Make totally odd posts, and off the wall comments… unfortunately, no one will play with me. *sigh* I guess I will have to go back to reading, and knitting, and listening to NCIS reruns.
