First off…what’s up with Kohls? They double the price of a toy. Then…put it on sale half off…to it’s original price. Thank goodness for that 15% off coupon. Because that actually makes it into a little bit better of a deal. Too bad they are the only convenient place that carries these Planet Heroes that my youngest is obsessed with. Well…he used the cash that his dearest, pat on the head Bubbe, gave him for Chanukka.
Why is it that when you are in DIRE need for a pair of kids boots…the stores have EVERY size. Except. The one size you actually need. And the only boot that is to be found in the appropriate size is for the opposite sex. But seeing that my son decided that he wants his bedroom painted pink…perhaps buying him pink fuzzy boots isn’t so far fetched.
Do these kids EVER have a full day of school? Seriously. They had Thanksgiving break last week. And today…1/2 day. Why, I ask you? WHY???
So my oldest son comes home looking somewhat dark. And exceptionally gloomy. But that’s just his sparkly personality…is what I was thinking.
Turns out…he got into his first little fist-fight at school. Way to make your Mommy proud.
Both boys claimed that they were “clowning around” and it got out of hand.
Well…it got out of hand enough that they had a choice to either have a suspension or…
one week of lunch detention…in the assistant principals office.
I suppose I should be relieved that it wasn’t a true fight. And no one got hurt.
I hope I’m not going to be the mother of “that” type of kid.
Perhaps I should put a lawyer on retainer…just in case.
My last and final random blabber…
Why is it that the bio mom thinks it’s ok to assume that our life revolves around what her plans are…for HERSELF…every flipping weekend?
She just called. She can’t see her kids tonight, after all. She’ll just come tomorrow. Because she has plans tonight. Lucky her. No responsiblity. No one to take care of. Except for herself and her vagina. Which is, once again…open for business!!
And then there’s my ex. Who is still having a temper tantrum. And hasn’t called his kids this week. Because he’s mad at me. Because he has to financially help take care of his kids. Because…he’s a flipping idiot.
That’s all folks.