It is a pull your head out of your butt day. Started out with me getting up to make sure everyone was on track to getting ready for school. Chris seemed to be the only one. Shellie was eating breakfast, so she was ok at the moment, but Chris was ready to walk out the door to the bus stop and Ben was nowhere in sight. I asked Chris if Ben had packed his lunch yet, and he said no. So I hollered for Ben. 5 minutes til the bus comes and he is lunchless, sockless and shoeless, still trying to get his track stuff together. He got ripped a new one and I will be laying it out on the line for him. You never saw a kid move so fast that early in the morning in all your life..........
I am back to emailing teachers about grades showing up as missing---this one teacher of Ben's still shows 3 missing grades from this six weeks. Ben has no answers so I emailed her this morning. Again putting it in the " Do I need to kick my kid's butt or what?" tone, even though I honestly believe this one is her fault. Ben has told me that the test grade from weeks ago is in and he did well, but I have seen no paper and it is not on edline, so.......grading period ends next week.......
Our inventory at work was yesterday, and so far so good. I hate to be really optimistic, but I am hoping the final number shows us beating last year's . It looked good with the flash right after it was over, but we think we found a glitch that may make it even better. So keeping my fingers crossed......
Ah yeah, the other head up butt today did turn out to be Shellie. I told her to make her bed--actually just to straighten her covers---while I got her clothes together for school. I came back into the room and she had 15,000 things in the middle of the floor. So I took care of her bed and then dumped some stuff out of her closet and the drawer where I keep her spare blankets, since she had seen fit to junk both of them up after we cleaned them out earlier in the week.
I told Ron I am going on strike. These kids can flipping take care of themselves and see how well they like it. Just the teens though. I know I cannot back off on Shellie--she is 6, not 16. I am not completely serious, but it's the little stuff---like the PB jar dropping on my toe because one kid cannot tighten the lid. Or the bread being smashed up because whoever put it away just piled it wherever they felt like it. Or the trail of dirty clothes all over the house, after I have washed the last load. Just general laziness. We all suffer from it time to time, but it seems like it is a constant battle. And I am worn out, and just cannot do it all for them anymore. They are all able to pick up after themselves---Shel with some help maybe---but I have to yell and threaten and everything to get it done.
Maybe after I get some good, uninterrupted sleep, I will feel better.........
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