Cell Phone Woes

I got my daughter a cell phone on Black Friday. Against my better judgement. As I mentioned, I only got it because we drive 20 minutes to school and last week I was very late picking her up. She is in a lot of activities, and I feel better about her having one so she can call me if they end early or when they are announced just that morning. Plus, she’s been bugging the crap out of me for a year! Ha ha!

Anyhow, I have had to threaten to take it back pretty much every much every day since she got it. Big surprise. It is helping control the sassy mouth though, because all I have to do if she gives me the mouth is say “hand over that phone”. I have so much more power now! [Insert evil laugh.]

Since yesterday when school resumed and her bestie found about the new phone, she seems to think that Hailey has nothing better to do than gab after school. She keeps calling and calling… and calling. She literally called Hailey tonight 5 times while she was in the shower tonight. Yes, FIVE times! Hailey had the phone in the bathroom with her, or I would have marched up there and answered the phone and said “stop calling”, but I don’t want to be that mom. Hailey even came out of the shower and said “she keeps calling me”. I told her to text her that she doesn’t have time to talk because she has homework to do. I also said that she is going to need to talk to her at school tomorrow and tell her that she can’t talk on school nights. I’m not listening to that phone ring every single night. She usually has at least 2 hours of homework every night and that is taking priority over phone calls.

And yes, before you even begin to comment… I was on the phone too, but not until high school and not until my homework was done. And I was stuck in the kitchen attached to a cord. No phone in my room. No cordless phone. And certainly no cell phone where I could run away and get an ounce of privacy. Times have changed, I’ll roll with it, but not every night. And homework and a shower comes first. Priorities. At least she is agreeable about it… for now.

Mother of the Year

Well, no Mother of the Year Award for me this year. Today my daughter had a Student Council meeting after school that ended at 3:45. I have a calendar of everything that happens during the week posted on a dry erase board on my refrigerator. I looked at the ending time of her meeting no less that three, maybe four, times today. However, somehow I must have got it stuck in my brain that I had to leave the house at 3:45, not BE THERE at 3:45.

As I was driving to school, I was talking on the phone to my husband about something totally unimportant. I looked at the clock and said with alarm “is it really 3:52?!” He says “yeah, why?” I had just realized that I was supposed to be at school at 3:45, as I stepped harder on the gas. Of course, I started crying, because that’s what I do lately. I still had 15 minutes left before I got there. I was frantic. She has a phone, but it’s not activated for calls. She can get texts if she has the WiFi on. Jeff turned it on when we were at parent-teacher conferences and showed her how, but I don’t know if she ever turns it on. He said he would try to text her and tell her I was late.

Murphy’s Law, as I am tearing down the road, there’s a cop with the road closed. Grrr, I have to take a detour. Go figure! Tears are streaming down my face. Please let her stay inside behind the locked school doors. Once she goes outside, she can’t get back in. I finally get to school and she is right inside the door, relieved to see me, but wondering where I was. The text from Jeff did go through, thank goodness. She has been begging us for a phone for at least a year and now she is definitely getting one. Elementary school was too young, but middle school with all the activities is different, she needs to be able to reach me. This isn’t going to happen again where I can’t reach her and stay on the phone with her until I get there. Although I will never be late again!

The Talk

My daughter has been bugging me to have “the talk” with her. You know what I’m talking about. Yep, that one. The sex talk. I wrote about this before. She has overheard girls on the playground talking about it and started asking questions. The playground girls think that they can get pregnant by kissing boys. Ummm, I don’t think they listened very closely to the presentation that was given last year at school.

Well, I broke down and talked to her. Although, I wasn’t ready. I thought I had a few more years before this came up. I don’t think she was either, but no time like the present. Right? I can’t let her run around thinking babies come from kissing. I would rather she be informed properly than listen to a bunch of uninformed girls on the playground. I asked her what she thought happens and she had a very general idea. I explained the whole puberty thing and getting her period and how all that works for girls. How boys voices will start to change, etc. Then I had to get to the nitty gritty. Ugh! I didn’t want to talk about it any more than she wanted to hear about it. I did stress that you only do it when you really love someone and usually when you are married. Once I gave her the details, she ran to the bathroom and made sounds like she was throwing up. Then she came back and shouted, “I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT’S HOW I WAS BORN!!!!!!!” Ha ha! I’m pretty sure I scared her off from anything to do with THAT  until she is at least 30. 

I did let her know it’s actually pretty amazing that God planned it this way and a whole person is suddenly born. It’s pretty much a miracle. She still better wait until she’s 20, or else.

Shots in the Head

Today was shot in the head day. Yes, you read that right. Every 6 weeks I get trigger point injections for migraines. I get about 20 of them in the back of my head, my neck, and shoulders. It is not fun, and it is certainly the least exciting part of my day, but it helps tremendously and generally lasts most of the 6 weeks until the next one. Or at least 5 weeks and I suffer greatly the last week until the next one. My head gets very numb immediately after he injects the steroid and stays that way most of the day. It will start to wear off about 7:00 and then I will start to hurt and need a couple ice packs and go to bed early. I have an appointment with my personal trainer tomorrow, and clearly completely forgot I had this appointment today when I made it. Probably not a great idea, but it is too late to cancel now. She is pretty good if I tell her I can’t do something. She knows I have migraines and fibromyalgia, so she will just have me do a different exercise instead.

Well, I am in a real mood with my daughter’s school. Again. They seem to have a real need to micro-manage us parents. OMG! First of all, I got no less than 6 emails that there was a PTO meeting yesterday. I shit you not. So… are you trying to tell me there is a PTO meeting on Monday? Do you think they are trying to get people to attend? Geez! And then there is the “Fundraiser that’s not a fundraiser”. If we donate this much money, it will prevent them from ever having a bake sale, if we donate $xx it will prevent us from selling wreaths and wrapping paper, etc, etc. Yep, I doubt it. You will still try to make us sell stuff. Forget it. I put in my years as a Girl Scout leader and sold several thousand cookies. Been there, done that. Until you come up with something people really want to buy, I’m out.

Also, yesterday we got an email to make sure we pull up “all the way to a certain spot” when we drop off in the morning to “ensure a proper flow of vehicles”. And don’t drop your child off until they are fully ready to exit the car. OMG! You really have to waste an email on this nonsense! Why don’t you just shoot me in the head? What a serious waste of time for the writer and the reader. Give me a freakin’ break. Also included in that email was a “social media challenge”. You’re gonna love this. They want us to sign an agreement to add the school’s Facebook page to our Facebook. And if our children are over 13, to add the school to their Instagram. Ummm, no. I’m not wasting my time to print it, sign it, and send it back. Again, give me a break. I have better things to do. I already have them on Facebook, but now I want to delete them for spite. If my kid was 13, maybe I wouldn’t necessarily let her be on Instagram. Did they ever think about that? Hmmm?

Lastly, I want to strangle the yearbook club advisor. She really needs to get her shit together. Seriously. Let me tell you why. All the other clubs have nice calendars of when they meet. Nope, not her. 3 weeks ago, we had a date on the calendar for the yearbook meeting, but it wasn’t on the school calendar, so we weren’t sure if there was a meeting. I told my daughter I would call the school and find out and told her to listen to the announcements. I called the school and there was no meeting listed. Also, no announcement, so I picked her up at the regular time. On her way out the door, a friend asked if she was coming to the meeting. Sure enough, there WAS a meeting. Terrific! She missed it. I sent the advisor an email to inquire why it wasn’t posted on the website, announced, or why the office didn’t know about it, and could she please provide a calendar. No reply.

Today there was supposed to be a yearbook meeting. It WAS listed on the school calendar, but there was no announcement, so Hailey thought it was cancelled and she sent me an email to pick her up after school. Again, walking out the door, the same friend asked if she was coming to the meeting. Again, there WAS  a meeting and she missed it again. Because I drive 20 minutes one way to school, I was already in the parking lot waiting by the time the friend told her there was a meeting and this continues to happened. Hailey was pissed off and said she isn’t staying on the yearbook staff. I sent another email to the advisor referencing my message from 3 weeks ago and kindly asked her to get her head out of her ass and reply. I really just asked her to get herself organized, which probably wasn’t nice either, but at this point, I don’t really give a hoot.

Anyhow, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. End of rant.

So Irritating

What do you do when you are annoyed with literally every single thing? Besides cry? I am so annoyed with Hailey’s school, I can’t even stand it. I would like to pull her out and home school her. I’m really starting to debate whether I want to build a house in that city and get stuck there until she graduates after all. The middle school is a brand new school, but honestly they just took the old middle school and moved everyone to the new school. They are so unorganized it seems as though these people have never run a school before. First of all, they are making these poor little 5th graders grow up way too fast. Too many rules forcing them to act the same as the 8th graders. They have to carry around these gigantic 3-inch binders, a Chromebook, along with all their folders and notebooks, and art box, etc, without a backpack. All the other grades were given a nice carrying case for their Chromebooks, but nope, not the 5th graders, they just carry it in their tiny arms along with all the other loads of crap. I finally bought Hailey a messenger bag to carry it in. I said I dare anyone to tell her she can’t carry the bag. I’ll fucking slap them if they do. My biggest gripe about their lack of organization is that they have all these great clubs after school, but they cannot manage to let anyone in on the big secret as to when the meetings are until the day OF the meeting. They tell the students in the morning announcements. And the kids can’t use their phones during the school day to let their parents know they want to stay after school. Those are the kids who have phones, mine does not. Tell me how this makes sense. I drive 20 minutes one way to pick my kid up from school. I’m already sitting in the parking lot for 10 minutes before the bell rings. IF she had a phone, she can’t even use it until the bell rings. So, she’s supposed to wait to tell me she wants to stay after school when I’m already sitting there waiting for her?!?! I don’t think so. I’m not driving all the way back home and then turning around an hour later and coming back. And I’m sure as hell not sitting in the parking lot for an hour. There is nothing near the school to do to kill time either. Wouldn’t it make just a wee bit more sense to actually send out a list of the activities and when they are going to meet AHEAD of time so parents and students have some advance notice? Oh wait, that makes too much sense. What am I thinking? UGH!!!!!  My other serious annoyance with this school is the gym teacher. She told the kids that they will be going outside for gym unless it is under 35 degrees. Seriously?! Well, I guess I’ll plan on my kid being sick all year. Also, if they miss a class, they have to make it up. Wait for it… it gets better. They have to make up the gym class at 7:20 in the morning, before school starts. It will be a cold day in hell before I bring my kid to school 40 minutes early for GYM class. I’m sorry, but who makes up a gym class. It’s not math or science. These people that go to college to get a degree in gym. Give me a break. “yeah, I went to college to get my Bachelor’s degree in phy ed. I’m a stud”. Whatever. Move out of your hometown and get a life. Grrr, I hate this school.

The other thing that I am super annoyed with is my health club. They keep adding all these new classes, but do you think they can add any classes that I’ve been looking for? Nope. Now I don’t expect them to add anything just for me, but there are a ton of people who do the aqua classes that have been literally begging to have more aqua classes added. The guy who taught about 60 classes a week quit a full year ago and they never replaced him. It has been a YEAR. They keep making up excuses, but they aren’t making any attempt to replace him. It’s really pathetic. They keep announcing new classes left and right, but it’s all HIIT, spinning, guts and butts, etc. I don’t want to do that shit. I’m a middle aged woman. I would like to do some kickboxing or Tai Chi, or even some NIA, but they think spinning and Zumba are all the rage. They really only give a crap about the clientele who are aged 25-30. They don’t care about the “older” crowd. But, I’ll tell you what, when I am there in the morning, there is not one single person there who is under 40. Maybe they ought to listen to us.

My last annoyance (for today anyhow), is that we have spent months and months working with a builder for a new house. They finally came back to us with a few changes that we were really excited about. Then they gave us the price. No longer excited. Way too high. We are back to square one and looking for other builders, new designs, and hoping we find someone with the same quality. We are frustrated and tired.

Is It Time for “The Talk”

Last night as I was reading a book, with the finale of America’s Got Talent on for background noise, my daughter playing with her cats, she suddenly blurted out a very unexpected question to me. “Can you accidentally get pregnant?” Ummmm, WHAT?!?! I’m not sure if my head spun all the way around because I think I blacked out temporarily, as I dropped my book on the ground. If you’ve been reading my blog, you will know that my daughter just turned 10 a month ago. That’s only 121 months old! A mere baby! Attempting to cover up the fact that I am majorly freaking out over this line of questioning, I say “why do you ask?” Of course, she is very embarrassed to say anything, but I finally pry it out of her that she has been hearing things on the playground. Apparently other 5th graders — YES, FIFTH GRADERS — have been talking about THAT, the big one, S-E-X.  OMG! They mature fast these days, don’t they? Heaven help us all.

These misinformed little girls are under the impression that they can accidentally get pregnant by kissing boys. Oh my! I assured my daughter this is not the way it works. I also told her she should not hang around with any of these girls. (She doesn’t.) I asked if she was curious and if she wants to have a talk about it and she said yes. Oh boy. I really was not prepared for this for at least another 2 years or so. But I would rather that she is informed properly than learn from kids on the playground who are entirely clueless. I made her promise that she doesn’t share anything I tell her with anyone else because I really don’t need any parents calling me!

I should have suspected this was coming when a week ago we were on our way out to dinner and her sweet voice came from the backseat and asked how babies got here. She said “do moms and dads have to put their potty places together?” My husband and I have never laughed so hard. We said “something like that”, to which she replied “eeeww, why would anyone want to do that?” I will talk to her this weekend, she will be horrified and likely never look at us the same again. Hopefully she won’t have a boyfriend until she is at least 20.

The Melting Boy

My daughter asked me if I wrote about “the melting boy” on my blog yet. Why no, actually, I forgot. Thanks for the reminder sweetie. Oops, she’s sorry she opened her mouth.

Last Friday, she has a field trip for school and I chaperoned. On the way out of school at the end of the day, this boy said “hi” to her and had the most dreamy look on his face I have ever seen. I looked back and forth between them with this look on my face like “is this boy looking at MY daughter?” I thought he was going to melt into a puddle right there in the hallway, just like Olaf in Frozen in front of a fireplace. Of course, Hailey always says she likes boys best when they leave her alone. Good girl. Stay that way until you are about 18. Please. It turns out this boy is her new bestie’s 6th grade brother (an older man no less), and he had been wanting to meet Hailey. Oh geez, there had literally been 3 days of school at that point! I asked her today if she has been running into him after school. She said she has been hiding from him and his googly eyes! Ha ha! PRICELESS!