I’m ranting big time today. This is just a crappy week all rolled into one. TMT has no money for gas to get back and forth to work so he’s going to have to bum a ride for the rest of the week – if he can find someone. If not, he’ll have to take some vacation time, which the company doesn’t like because it would be major short notice.
No money for Jonathan’s doctor visit tomorrow (which is $5.00) and no money to get his prescription refilled on Sunday (another $5.00).
The kids have just enough money on their account at school for lunch for one more day so they will be eating PB&J sandwiches for the rest of the week.
Today I get a message from Tre’s teacher indicating that they are having a “Spring Party” on Thursday, April 2nd and would I please send in 12 filled Easter Eggs for the egg hunt, contribute $2.00 towards the pizza party and contribute one of the following:
- Juice boxes
- Veggie tray
- Fruit tray
- Paper Products (napkins, plates, utensils)
- Chips and Dip
- Water bottles or Soda (for adults)
- Cupcakes or another special treat
Why do schools do this? Why do they wait until 2 days before an event to ask parents to chip in? I am sure we are not the only ones who are financially strapped right now, so why? Why on earth do they insist on adding more stress to an already stressed out set of parents who do not want to disappoint their children and have them be the only ones in the damn classroom who never can bring anything in to share with everyone else?
Not to mention the fact that yesterday, Tre came home from school early because he had an upset stomach and threw up after eating his lunch. So this morning I called the office to ask to speak with his teacher and see how he was doing after snack.
The wench in the office gets snooty and tells me, “Why is he in school? They aren’t allowed back at school until they have been symptom free for 24 hours!”
“Excuse me, but he hasn’t thrown up since he at the lunch that the school served to him yesterday. He ate his dinner and had two snacks at home with no problem. Now. Let. Me. Talk. To. His. Teacher.”
Tre was fine. He was a little quiet and a little pale looking she said but other then that he was fine and was able to keep his snack down and he wasn’t running a fever or anything. Made me want to just smack the taste out of that woman’s mouth.
Just to put the icing on the cake as well, Jonathan has copped an attitude with me because he left his $100 bike laying on the sidewalk and was behind the complex at the playground, out of sight of his bike…something we have told him a gazillion times (literally) not to do. Bikes around here get stolen quick we’ve learned the minute somebody isn’t keeping an eye on them. Not to mention he did not tell me he was going to the playground, another no-no. They are supposed to play out in front of our building in the grass and if they want to go elsewhere they need to come and let one of us know where they are going.
So I politely went over and got his bike and brought it back and hid it in the laundry room. I told his brother and the other little boy outside who lives upstairs to not tell Jonathan I had his bike, so he would learn his lesson. He came over to the house a few minutes after I hid the bike and started playing like there was nothing wrong. Here’s how the conversation went:
ME: Sipping my coffee and looking totally guilt-free and nonchalant said, “Where’s your bike, Jonathan?”
HIM: “I left it on the sidewalk by the playground and you came and took it.”
ME: “I haven’t been outside. I didn’t take your bike. You better find it before your father gets home.”
He takes off, walking like he doesn’t have a care in the world, towards the playground. Asks a little girl over there playing on the sidewalk if she’d seen his bike. He comes back all pissed off with this hateful look on his face.
ME: “So where’s your bike?”
HIM: “That girl over there said somebody with a ponytail and a robe (it’s a long white sweater thank-you-very-much) on took it.”
ME: “Hum, is that so?”
He stomps off into the apartment and slams the door. The bike is safely hidden in the laundry room, so he doesn’t really know if I have it or not yet. So I go in the house behind him.
ME: “So have you learned your lesson yet?”
HIM: (voice raised in an almost yell but not quite) “How could you do that to me? Do you know how scared I was?”
ME: “You should be! Your father and I have told you time and time again to not leave a $100 bike just lay around anywhere and take off. If you don’t want to ride your bike then bring it back in the house. What is so difficult about that?”
HIM: “I hate you! I never want to talk to you again!”
ME: “Fine, and you can hate being in the house for the rest of the day as well because you will NOT be going back outside and you are NOT allowed to ride your bike for the rest of the week until you learn some manners and some respect for your property. If I catch it laying outside one more time, I will pick it up and throw it right in the dumpster and you will not get it back nor will you get another one to replace it.”
So that’s been my day in a nutshell so far. Just lovely. Let’s hope that it either (a) gets a little better or (b) doesn’t get any worse then it already is!
Some days it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed.