Tuesday, September 01, 2009
The MOOSE IS LOOSE
I've decided that my mother's visits are kind of like the visits from the moose who wants a muffin. 'Cept it's usually messier.
I HATE SCHOOL
So I abandon my 6 figure a year career to raise my kids and now I'm being asked to surrender my six year old to the public education system. I'm not liking this. I'm really hating this. So I get her to the point where she's really fun, and interesting, she's helpful around the house and you can have a conversation with her quite intelligently and she's supposed to go to school? When do I get to have the fun with her? I begrudge every freaking minute that my kid isn't with ME. I'M the one who loves her like crazy. I'M the one who would wrestle a bear for her. I'M the one whose soul came alive when she was born. I'M the one who holds her while she's puking. I'M the one who falls in love with her anew every day. I'M the one from whose body she was surgically removed. I'M the one who breastfed her until she was nearly two. I'M the one who is awake at midnight with tears running down my face thinking of how much I'm going to miss her.
And what do they have to offer her? Lots, regrettably. If I could offer her more than they can I would home school her in a minute. But no, I have to run the household. So that pisses me off to a quantum degree that she's going to school to free me up to do what... more laundry? How fucked up is that? Really I have to leave that crap go and home school the two I still HAVE at home. Lexie will do well with the individualized attention. Annabelle will -- hopefully -- survive her toddlerhood and thrive. I found her having climbed onto the couch, OVER the couch, and there she was sitting cross-legged on the windowsill. She's climbing on the table, the counter... Given the chance, she'll be swinging from the chandelier.
So where's the upside? Right now I'm so blind I can NOT see it. But maybe it's 'cause my heart is breaking.
We went to the "meet the teacher" event today. Some chirpy 24 year old is going to be her teacher. Oh YEAH! She lists as one of the 10 things to know about her that she was a cheerleader. Not something a crusty ex-cop like me is going to find endearing. Really! How am I supposed to take someone seriously for whom pom poms were a major portion of her life? She doesn't have any kids of her own. She likes to play with her dog. (#8 on the 10 list.) Lets hope she proves herself worthy of spending that much time with my kid. Let's hope I get my Ueber bitch under control. I don't want to ruin this for 'Ina.
And what do they have to offer her? Lots, regrettably. If I could offer her more than they can I would home school her in a minute. But no, I have to run the household. So that pisses me off to a quantum degree that she's going to school to free me up to do what... more laundry? How fucked up is that? Really I have to leave that crap go and home school the two I still HAVE at home. Lexie will do well with the individualized attention. Annabelle will -- hopefully -- survive her toddlerhood and thrive. I found her having climbed onto the couch, OVER the couch, and there she was sitting cross-legged on the windowsill. She's climbing on the table, the counter... Given the chance, she'll be swinging from the chandelier.
So where's the upside? Right now I'm so blind I can NOT see it. But maybe it's 'cause my heart is breaking.
We went to the "meet the teacher" event today. Some chirpy 24 year old is going to be her teacher. Oh YEAH! She lists as one of the 10 things to know about her that she was a cheerleader. Not something a crusty ex-cop like me is going to find endearing. Really! How am I supposed to take someone seriously for whom pom poms were a major portion of her life? She doesn't have any kids of her own. She likes to play with her dog. (#8 on the 10 list.) Lets hope she proves herself worthy of spending that much time with my kid. Let's hope I get my Ueber bitch under control. I don't want to ruin this for 'Ina.
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