All of these could be their own posts but then it would be too many negative posts in a row. Do you ever have those days where everything is bugging you? I don’t know if it is that one thing is bugging me so much that everything else seems to follow or if all of these things separately would bug me. All I know is I’m on edge and it’s bugging me.
Football: High school football has begun and let me tell you, it is eye-opening. I didn’t realize it was like having two separate teams. Offense and Defense and that if you lose, one is blamed more than the other. I talked to some of the boys and what surprised them the most was the fighting and trash talking of the boys on the same team. The fighting between the offense and the defense. One of the boys said, “We are supposed to be a team. I don’t get it.” I don’t get it either and I thought a loss was a loss. One side didn’t stop the touchdowns from the other team and one side didn’t score any from our team so the blame should be shared. It wasn’t like this in Friday Night Lights but then again, I only paid attention to the scenes with the offense.
Curriculum Night: I had curriculum night last night and I don’t know how many of these I have attended both as a teacher and as a mother but I absolutely HATE this night. Yes, that is a strong word but I do, I do. I must have the teacher blood in me coursing through my veins because OMG, I felt bad for the teachers. I remember what that was like. Standing up there talking about a job that you love to do and being judged by the parents. It’s rough when parents form opinions about teachers without ever having them and I am just as guilty. Shame on me for believing what other people have said when I know first hand that teachers that have come with a bad rap have been wonderful for my kids. My kids have also had teachers that have come with a bad reputation and they lived up to it so I get it. It’s hard to trust someone with our kids but how about experiencing the class a little before hating it? It’s only been a week.
I felt like I was defending myself all night. I was questioned why I liked a particular teacher and why I didn’t like another. I was questioned why I chose to keep the twins together and if it was supposed to be idle conversation, fine but is sure didn’t feel like that. For the parents that feel like teachers who don’t give a lot of homework aren’t preparing our kids for middle school, I am here to tell you that Nico had more homework than was necessary because his teacher said it was to prepare them and 6th grade still kicked his ass. I’d rather than not be overloaded now and still overwhelmed later. I will always love the teacher that doesn’t give a lot of homework because I hate homework. I know I am alone in that and that’s okay. If I had a bad experience with a teacher, I am justified in my opinion but someone could argue with me that their child didn’t have the same issues and we’d both be right. Every child is different and a teacher could be bad for one and good for another. I don’t fault anyone that falls on the good side so I don’t want to be faulted for falling on the bad side and vice versa. I’m not going to lie…last night was rough. (It didn’t help that my kids kept calling me wondering when I was going to come home because the food in the crock pot smelled so good, they wondered if it was done so they could eat it.)
Homecoming: I miss the days when a boy just asked a girl. This whole finding an original or cute way to ask is creating havoc in this house. I also miss the days when freshmen didn’t really go. I don’t remember it ever being a big deal when I was in high school. Prom, yes but homecoming…I have no memory of any of what Nico is dealing with. I thought the way I was asked to prom was adorable and I think it was just the guy nervously asking me even though he knew I was going to say yes so I don’t get why boys have to go to such elaborate measures. He knows who he wants to ask and is pretty sure she is going to say yes but has no idea how to ask her. I voted for cute with him giving her a stuffed animal with a note tied around her neck asking her. He wasn’t going for it. I also suggested finding out her favorite candy and giving it to her with a note saying, “It would be sweet if went to homecoming with me” but he said it was too close to what someone else was doing. I am open to suggestions to help him if you have any.
Cleaning Lady: She didn’t show and didn’t answer when I tried to get in touch with her. I’m convinced she hates us.
On a completely separate note, all marshmallows are not created equal. I bought the generic version of Lucky Charms with the thought that since I was still only eating the marshmallows, what difference does it make. Well, it does.
I’m looking for a weight bench and weights for my basement. If you live near and have one you are looking to get rid of or sell, let me know and I’d be happy to take it off your hands.
So what about you? What are your rants today? Need to get anything off your chest?