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Good thing first – I had my first comment here!  Yay   So hello to my anonymous commenter, and yes I can totally sympathize with the depression that comes with job loss.  Hence me taking it here, instead of to my husband.  I know how depressed he gets and I don’t want to make it worse.  Now on to the truely bizzare.

At B’s school they ask that we drop off our kids in the morning with the peacemakers.  (Peacemakers are 5th graders, kind of like the glorified crossing guards).  The peacemakers watch them until the bell rings and walk them to class.  This supposedly fosters a sense of independance.  Well for the second time the teacher pulled me aside after class and said B wasn’t listening to the peacemakers.  She didn’t tell me what he was doing, just not listening.  When DH and I asked B what was going on he said that he was swinging his backpack around and didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to until they said something.  I have a couple of issues with this.  First off, a 5th grader is in charge?  And your surprised that a 5 year old is rambunctious and playing before class?  Dh is going to drop B off tomorrow and ’snoop’ to see how he behaves.  If this comes up again I am going to request a meeting with the principal and find out exactly what is going on.  I’m just kind of baffled and out of the loop. 

In other, completely unrelated news, we found a house we would love to move to!  We are trying to get in touch with the landlord to find out prices, but it is everything we are looking for.  And it gets me away from the neighbors from He** before I kill them.  Seriously, they bought *another* car (grand total of 4 now) and I can’t even park anywhere near my house.  This is so freaking rediculous.

ehhhhh

I am so tired. As each week goes by it makes the exhaustion of the previous week seem like a well rested, sleeping beautyesque ah well something or other. Wait 12 weeks and I’ll come up with something witty. I feel like it’s those first weeks with a newborn. Isn’t sleep deprivation used to torture prisoners of war? Is it sick and sad that I pay for the privelege of having my sanity sucked out one brain cell at a time? Anyway, got some new book love this weekend. No I shouldn’t be buying and or reading anything not school related. I got The Hobbit by the inestimible J.R.R. Tolkein, The Time Traveller’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield, and Dark Desire by Christine Feehan. I also saw a delux leather bound edition of the The Lord of The Rings that I want so bad I can taste it. I just can’t justify the cost! Especially as that one (delicous, sublime, beautiful) book costs more than the bookshelves I want.

Things are exploding at work. We are having a bunch of new hires starting in the next month. I don’t know why, but it makes me nervous. I don’t like new people. They make me uncomfortable. Not that I have a whole lot of choice Ah well, on to another week.

Rain, rain, go away…

It’s been a bad day.  Well not necessarily bad, just yuck.  It’s been rainy and cloudy.  No more Sunny Summer.  I know a lot of it is stress and sleeplessness coming to kick me in the rear.  Dude(s), why did no one tell me that French was an impossibly hard language?!?  I feel like I’m not in a foriegn country, but on another planet.  Because it’s like, *that* foreign.  (I’m so tired, I’m almost back to slap happy.  Watch out Bee’s moods are like Ohio’s weather:  You don’t like it, wait five minutes) 

Little B is in a world of trouble.  He comes home last Wednesday telling my mom and his sitter that a kid hit him in the head.  I hear nothing about it.  When I get him on Friday, he tells me that some kid hit him in the head again.  Instant rabid mommy mode.  I seriously thought about the possibility of beating the crap out of a 5 year old.  Then my sanity returned and I thought to myself, “I will try and e-mail the teacher in a friendly and non threatening manner to find out why the hell she isn’t doing her d*mn job and protecting my son!!!”  Ok, I worded it slightly better than that.  She e-mails me back the next day saying that she had no idea what I was talking about, but if there was a problem to please let her know.  She talked to Billy the following Monday and he tells her it was “just a story”.  ARGHH.  My how this kid pushes my buttons!  He managed to find the one thing I am uber sensitive about (bullying).  So we (i.e. teacher, husband, me, babysitter *and* grandma) all had a nice long talk about the difference between a story.  fun, fun fun.  Well only 35 minutes till I can go home!!  Yipee.  Better put the shoes on.

Reflection

I am not one of those eloquent, wonderful writers that can express what I’m feeling in an elegant manner.  So this post my be sappy, cheesy, and dumb.  You have been warned.

Five years ago I woke up to a strange message.  My husband’s friend called to say that he was calling off their fishing trip because he wanted to watch the news about ‘the plane’.  I shrugged it off and snuggled my 2 month old son close, enjoying the quiet of the morning together.  My phone rang, it was my mother telling me to turn the t.v. on.  I did, and it changed my life.  I woke my husband and we sat staring at the television in horror.  We were frozen for hours.  I cried.  I called my mom and dad.  I was terrified.  My brother was on a ship for the Navy, had been about to dock at home.  They turned around and went to Afghanistan.  They shut down communications on ship, we had no way to contact him.  In the afternoon, out of sheer need to do something, anything, I went and donated blood.  I stared down and cried over my infant son.  In one instant his safety was yanked away.  My innocence was yanked away. 

In some ways, it’s unreal.  In some ways, it’s like it happened yesterday.  I don’t want to forget, I don’t want to remember.  In the end, while terribly saddened by the hate and loss, I have hope.  I look at my children, and I see hope.  I look at our nation, and I have hope.  We are not perfect, but hopefully we are learning.  Hopefully we will have better tomorrows.

School Shenanagans

So my baby is in kindergarten   Besides being a huge schedule adjustment, I am just amazed by all the activity and ’stuff’ that comes along with it.  He’s only been going for two weeks, and I’ve already filled out enough paperwork to fill a book, he has as much homework as I do, he’s had picture day, and every day I’m attacked by a new barrage of paperwork with headlines like, “Join the PTA!”, “Be An Active Part of Your Child’s Education”, “Market Day!”, etc so on and so forth.  It seems like the school is determined to make me one of their robotic uber parents or die trying.  While I would love to participate in every aspect of my son’s education, I do have other things (and another child!) that I need to take care of.

Speaking of which, when did it become ‘evil’ and ‘abuse’ to work outside of the home?  I was reading a blog the other day and someone commented that mothers could stay home ‘if they were willing to sacrifice’.  Pardon my language, but what a pile of bull shit.  If I were to ’sacrifice’ my job, my children wouldn’t eat.  Hmmnn feed the kids, or stay home with them?  I vote feed them!  (ok, so maybe I’m exagerating that a bit)  As anyone who has read my blog knows, DH is not the luckiest with job stability.  While he is working now, and making good money, he is contracting.  Again, issue of stability.  If I quit my job, and DH’s contract is cancelled we would be screwed.  I just love when people make blatant generalizations without any idea of other’s situations.  ok, rant off

Speaking of jobs, loving mine.  I love the hours and the fact that I can study after hours.  School is going ehhh I guess.  I love my music class, but I’m afraid of the technical aspect of it.  French I am absolutely terrified of .  I feel like I’m on another planet.  Sociology has been fun so far, and biology should be a breeze (I mean I aced a 4000 level Biopsych class, a 1000 level LER should be no problem)  I guess that catches me up.  I hope my few and loyal readers have found their way over here, and I hope you’re all doing well!

Bored

I have figured out the downside to working a holiday.  I am bored!  I mistakenly left my stitching at home, so I am watching Pride & Prejudice and waiting for 7:00 P.M.  As mentioned before, I have done my French homework.  I supposed I could study some more, but I really don’t want to  

I am so excited about my stash and I can’t wait until it arrives!  The mermaids are for my husband, who loves all thing sailing and sea related.  He picked out several Heaven and Earth designs that he would love me to do, but I had to point out that if he wanted it done before the next decade that might not be the designer to go with.  I’m a notoriously slow stitcher and those gorgeous, intricate designs would take me forever!  The other four are all for me!  The dust bunny one was so cute, and I was thinking of converting ’stitching’ to ‘crocheting’ for my mom   Not that I should be thinking about stitching at all, as I should probably be focusing on my school work but we will not mention that!  Well only 50 minutes left!!   

Fun during Labor day weekend.

Well then, what fun did you have on your labor day weekend?  Me?  Well I worked.  Umm yea.  Hey I’m getting paid double time to sit my butt in this chair so I’m ok with that.  I also did french homework.  I am not ok with that, but didn’t have much of a choice.  Here just for my own amusement is a sample:  Salut!  Je suis Bonnie. Tu t’appelles comment?  Facinating, yes I know. In other, more fun, stitchy news I got some major stash coming my way!  Stash like: this and this and this and this and this.  How’s that for a disgusting display of consumerism?