We're only 2 days into Larry's week of night call so I really shouldn't be that cranky yet. But this afternoon I was considering joining one of those species that eats their young. Not that I really would, but...
A prime example of the day was at "parent pick up" time. Other schools have school buses. We all have to get into one of 2 assigned lines and wait for a teacher with a megaphone to call our kids to the curb. TODAY 2 kids decide to do the 'no you go in first' dance while the rest of the dozens of parents/kids wait for them to GET.IN.THE.CAR Next time I leave their butts. Seriously. I threatened to do that when one of my dear cherubs decided to not hear her name called maybe 12 times, ignored her sibling who went to get her, so she could finish her game/conversation.
So I bring that home to try to keep them from killing each other or inciting others to kill them. I know when they were little my goal was to raise them to be perfect little beings. Now I'm just happy that when they finally fall asleep that they're all still alive. Today they had to fight over a pencil (twice, actually) we easily have 100 pencils here. THIS pencil, was worth 1000 pencils, of course, and it wasn't like they were even doing homework with it! No, better, they were writing in each other's notebooks either scribbling nonsense or calling each other names in writing. But wait! It gets better in the course of the pencil snatching, running away/holding it behind their back/you-can't-get-it game that was going on, someone gets stabbed in the face with the pencil. FAILING parenting here. And I quit before someone looses an eye and I get to explain THAT to the emergency room.
So I finally get them in bed, confiscate the flashlights and all other forms of light that are allowing them to fight sleep and I see a "you must see" military tribute movie.. ok. I need SOMETHING to put me in a better more before I end up eating chocolate with wine and playing some stupid game on the computer.. Ah, it has world war II vets, that's touching. Yes, that war sucked and no the current generation doesn't get it. Oh, wait, there's saluting.. OK, yeah, I can see the Vets saluting the new guys, it's a respect thing.. no wait.. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!? DIRECTOR!! Did you research military protocol? The civilian kids don't saulte! Civilians don't salute. Sure stand in respect.. but. ARGH. We have been a military family too long. I can no longer watch all those stupid military feel good things without pointing out the incorrect stuff about it. Medical shows, also gone. The leaves the shows on vampires, which is just so ... eh.. Maybe if we had cable I'd watch something with food. Or not. Then I'd be hungry.
Yep it's just a cranky nothing going to fix this sort of night. I'll go find the chocolate. Chocolate fixes everything but my clothing size.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
Life marches on
And I have so little to say these days.
The kids are fine. School is ok. One of the teachers has found an app that can tell me minute by minute my child's behavior. or so it seems. I get about 6 emails a day from it. And I'm going to start charting the mood of the teacher based on the calendar/moon/astrological signs. She makes me crazy.
Although crazy is the people I see at work. Literally. And then I realize it's much easier to work in a place you know you are leaving in a few months. And I started collecting boxes for this move. From work. It's kinda fitting.
We bought an RV to do this cross country nomad thing this time. One of my bigger complaints in the whole moving thing was that we were essentially homeless for 4 weeks. This time we will have a home, it has an engine. Although the whole forwarding address thing I still need to work out some details on.
The RV is used. And was (relatively, as far as motorhomes go) cheap. This means that Larry has been spending a fair amount of time trying to get it to run as it's supposed to. This was after 3 visits to pick up said RV without it being mechanically sound/repaired. It's been a learning experience. Part of that learning experience involves learning just how upset an RV parked on the street makes some people. Apparently, some people wish they lived in a area with an HOA. They leave anonymous notes in all caps sharpie marker handwriting. Give a very unstable serial killer vibe. We of course are not the sort who like to live in an HOA so we did not chose a house in a neighborhood that had one. And quoting city laws as county laws does not cause us to bend to anonymous letter's wills....
We still do not have written orders which means we can't continue our moving plans or reservations. The whole lack of orders thing is SOP here these days because of the budget/money/govt. While some are more than willing to mortgage our future and send aid to every country BUT the US.. they think the DOD is too big and too many expenses and so it's been a problem for some time now. Don't get me started.
So without written orders in hand I have started collecting moving boxes and purging and estimating weights and amount of moving truck we'll need and realize... we still have alot of stuff. Like a full 27 foot truck worth. But moving has it's good points - like the every 3-4 year looking at everything we own and deciding if it's something we really need afterall.. we keep the treasured, the memories... Nostalgia need not apply. She confuses everything.
The kids are fine. School is ok. One of the teachers has found an app that can tell me minute by minute my child's behavior. or so it seems. I get about 6 emails a day from it. And I'm going to start charting the mood of the teacher based on the calendar/moon/astrological signs. She makes me crazy.
Although crazy is the people I see at work. Literally. And then I realize it's much easier to work in a place you know you are leaving in a few months. And I started collecting boxes for this move. From work. It's kinda fitting.
We bought an RV to do this cross country nomad thing this time. One of my bigger complaints in the whole moving thing was that we were essentially homeless for 4 weeks. This time we will have a home, it has an engine. Although the whole forwarding address thing I still need to work out some details on.
The RV is used. And was (relatively, as far as motorhomes go) cheap. This means that Larry has been spending a fair amount of time trying to get it to run as it's supposed to. This was after 3 visits to pick up said RV without it being mechanically sound/repaired. It's been a learning experience. Part of that learning experience involves learning just how upset an RV parked on the street makes some people. Apparently, some people wish they lived in a area with an HOA. They leave anonymous notes in all caps sharpie marker handwriting. Give a very unstable serial killer vibe. We of course are not the sort who like to live in an HOA so we did not chose a house in a neighborhood that had one. And quoting city laws as county laws does not cause us to bend to anonymous letter's wills....
We still do not have written orders which means we can't continue our moving plans or reservations. The whole lack of orders thing is SOP here these days because of the budget/money/govt. While some are more than willing to mortgage our future and send aid to every country BUT the US.. they think the DOD is too big and too many expenses and so it's been a problem for some time now. Don't get me started.
So without written orders in hand I have started collecting moving boxes and purging and estimating weights and amount of moving truck we'll need and realize... we still have alot of stuff. Like a full 27 foot truck worth. But moving has it's good points - like the every 3-4 year looking at everything we own and deciding if it's something we really need afterall.. we keep the treasured, the memories... Nostalgia need not apply. She confuses everything.
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