I am a procrastinator. This is not shocking if you know me at all, and I'm not a procrastinator in all ways, but when it comes to school and assignments, I procrastinate. This does not make me the best model for my children. When they procrastinate, I want to slam my head into a brick wall...because. Stress.
Since one of my boys is home sick, I had to miss class yesterday. That meant I missed a quiz in one of my classes. I emailed my professor and explained the situation, and she wrote back the sweetest reply with, "In lieu of taking the quiz, why don't you write a 1 1/2 page response paper on the major arguments of the essays that you would have been quizzed over?"
Super. Let me just read those essays now, then. Sigh. Really, though, it's an interesting class. I mean, last week, we spent the entire hour looking at pictures of lynches. It was horrific. "Hey family, what should we do today, to bond? I know! Let's go to a lynching. Sally is 4 now...I think she's ready."
I'm all for dark and twisty at times, but that's a little too...I can't even think of a word. So.
I like chips.
I also still haven't read the essays or written a response. I have, however, fully caught up on every single episode of "Fixer Upper" and all but one of the "NCIS/NCIS NOLA" episodes on my dvr. A girl has to have her priorities. Besides, I simply HAVE to know what kind of trouble Chip and Joanna Gaines are going to find when they start ripping the ugliest house on the block apart, and literally hold my breath while they call the homeowner to tell them how expensive the unforeseen expense will be, then exhale and fist pump when they say, "Okay, do it." I don't feel like this is an issue.
For the record, I've been half-working on this blog for an hour (during commercial breaks, breaks I can skip through because it's a RECORDING, but I always forget about that until it's started again and then I skip ahead too far and have to go back and wind up with commercials again...it's a hard-knock life). I have been looking at my closed book of essays for roughly 2 hours, psyching myself up to open it. I feel like I'm almost there...but once I get there, B will be home (assuming he remembers to ride the bus), and we will be working on 460 math problems. It might be an exaggeration, but just barely. I think he's up to 360 tonight. Sheesh!
His stepmom and I had a conference at his school today to discuss his behavior (which has been abysmal lately), and when I went to say goodbye to him in the cafeteria, one of the other boys asked if I was B's mom. I told him I was, then introduced his stepmom, and everyone looked puzzled for a minute...then another kid asked if stepmom and I were sisters. This is not the first time this has happened, but let's have a moment of silence while we mull that one over, shall we? Because that wouldn't be weird or awkward or anything.
Yikes. Moving right along...after I finished as his school, I drove next door to N's school to pick up assignments. I was lucky enough to go to his Science classroom to get instructions from his teacher. This mostly involved laughing, eye rolling and dodging tennis balls. Middle school is an adventure.
Or a nightmare. It all depends on how old you are.
Aubs
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