I hate school
Posted on | August 27, 2010 | 2 Comments
Before I had children I thought once they went to school the mother would tinker around the house. You know, a little laundry, baking a batch of cookies, coffee with friends, all along with a little yard work, oh and my freelance design business… WRONG.
I’m crazed. I’ve filled out enough forms in the last few days for a lifetime. I’ve also written 3 million checks for books, class fees, sports photos, yearbooks, PTO membership, booster membership, etc. Ouch!
I’ve been answering on-line questionnaires via teacher websites, signing up for many various volunteer positions, packing lunches, driving to sports practices, running out for a 1 1/2″ binder. No it can’t be a 1″ or a 2″ binder. It has to be exactly 1 1/2″. Oh, and I still have to email 3 of Eddie’s teachers to tell them about him, and 1 of Grace’s teachers. Can you tell I’m putting this off? What am I going to write? Eddie can’t remember to wear pants unless reminded? Grace thinks glitter is a color? Oh and the oldest just submitted a written proposal on how I need to change the design and usability of my blog. I thought I was bad.
2 nights ago I planned to prepare Thai-style fish with rice in parchment for dinner. I had everything ready and was in the middle of mixing the marinade when after I poured in the coconut milk, I realized it had gone bad. This is all going on while in the middle of checking Eddie’s assignment book and talking to him about Xbox security. Someone was asking if it was him (last name included.) How did someone get his last name? We discussed not to answer the friend request. Last night we found out it was the son of one of Kevin’s co-workers. The 2 boys are now happy Xbox friends.
What to do with the fish? Hmmmm. The brown rice was almost finished. I grabbed a can of Rotel tomatoes with chiles. Viola. Happenstance Fish. I would include the recipe, but I really don’t have one. Fish (wild-caught white fish)*, brown rice, sauteed fresh, white corn with a chopped bell pepper topped off with chopped scallions, lime wedge, and a splash of white wine vinegar. I’m a vinegar freak. I can drink it straight.
All I do know is that nothing turns out the way it’s planned. In fact, I really don’t have any expectations. Life is going on and I’m living in the moment. 20 years ago I couldn’t say that. I was always living in the future.
How about you? Are you living in the present?
* I only feed my family wild-caught fish. Farm raised has too many scary animal by-products in the feed. Wild-caught tastes better. Try an experiment with your family. They’ll notice the difference.
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September 2nd, 2010 @ 10:55 am
It’s just that you’re a better mother. They ate twice out of a tent this week:)