Ah motherhood! To say it goes day by day is an understatement. I’m always thankful for surviving to the next one without losing my mind or my heart breaking. We had a good school week. No screaming matches over getting homework done, though B still didn’t remember to bring home his spelling words to study. It sounds like the most stupid thing ever but it is the struggle of every single week. At least I know that the kid will never ever forget my pestering on spelling. I was also pretty proud of him bringing home a division worksheet where he only missed one. I cried. I’ve been working with him on math, always a scary prospect, since he doesn’t seem to glean anything from his teacher – I hold them both responsible ha. But he’s at least getting something. Sometimes the weight of that responsibility is huge – why God couldn’t I have an over achiever or self-starter? Even a mild independent like myself?
Before I could do a dance and jig (but after I’d hung up the fridge candy) my child came home from grandma’s. Now we’re back to normal – bratty, exhausting behavior. Thank goodness this only lasts temporarily to he remembers where he lives and gives up the ghost.
I snorted/laughed so hard at this moment in Weeds:
“Nice, Shane goes on a paint rampage, gets suspended. The two of you ditch school to fuck in my guest room. I’ve got everything under control. ”
I’m reminded it can always be worse, school troubles and mouthing off I’ll take. Stay away tween years, stay far, far away from me.