Monday, May 25, 2009

So Much For Proving I Was Paying Attention In My Racial/Cultural Minorities Class!

Tim and I took the 4 little kids to Chuck E. Cheese and the park today. The park we went to wasn't a playground-type park, it was an arboretum. We walked around the trails and looked at the wonders of nature on this perfectly beautiful day.

After about an hour of being at the arboretum, Ella decided she was going to pee her pants if we did not find a bathroom soon. We all traipsed back to one of the buildings which housed a restroom so that Ella didn't tinkle down her leg.

We exited the building on the opposite end in which we entered. We saw a beautiful pond in front of us when we opened the doors and walked outside. Ella said,

"Are we in China?"

I thought Ella was confused because we had come out in a different area of the park. I said,

"No, Ella, we're not in China!"

Now, when I said this, I was not exactly whispering. Ella was quite a ways ahead of me, so I needed to speak louder than a normal talking level for her to hear me. No sooner had these words rolled from my tongue did I see an Asian family standing to my right.

That bright red color in my cheeks? No, that was not a sunburn. I wanted to run back into the restroom!

I can't wait to tell this one to my Racial/Cultural Minorities class!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Jealous Much?

My supersweetandsexy boyfriend Tim and I went to see Jay Leno perform in Wilmington on Sunday night. Wilmington was one of the stops on Jay's "Comedy Stimulus Tour". This was the first chance we have had to go on an adult date in close to 2 months! We have spent every-other weekend together, centered around our kids. We always have a great time when we are all together as a family, but it was nice to spend some time one-on-one.

Tim is just so amazingly wonderful! He makes me feel all a teenager again. We held hands as we walked through the parking lot up to the event center. As we sat and watched Jay perform, Tim had his arm around me and I continued to hold his hand. Every so often, our eyes would meet, and he would softly kiss me on the forehead. I love it when he kisses me on the forehead!

We had such a nice evening; just 2 people in love:)

Then today, when we were doing our weekly stalking of our ex's MySpace pages, we discovered this:

38 years old
Wilmington, Ohio
United States

Last Login: 5/12/2009

Christy Jay Leno was speechless during his Wilmington show when an almost middle-aged couple were going at it (XXX PDA) like a couple of horndogs!!!


First of all, let me just clarify that we are NOT almost middle-aged. And HELLO! StupidBitchExWife*-you are older than both of us!


We were HOLDING HANDS; he kissed me on the FOREHEAD...

It's a wonder no one took the garden hose to us!

*Name has been changed to be more suitible!

Monday, May 4, 2009

Owen Has Us ALL Floored!

My kids get to drive me freakin insane and demolish the house out of school on June 9th. The kids have been through a lot of changes this year. Owen started Kindergarten, he was diagnosed with OCD and SPD, we moved into a new house, and visits with the Sperm Donor decreased (I guess decreased isn’t the correct word…we split over a year ago, and he doesn’t show much interest in being the SuperDad he always portrayed himself to be).

The one thing that has kept some stability in Owen’s life is that he didn’t have to switch schools mid-year not that our superintendent didn’t prove he suffers from “SHORT MAN SYNDROME” by trying everything he could think of to keep Owen from being open-enrolled, but I digress and have to enroll in a half-day program. This school year has gone quite well for Owen. He has a wonderful teacher, and has finally learned to make friends.

The form of discipline used in our Kindergarten class is the dreaded ‘moving your star’. Because of Owen’s OCD, he is a stickler for following rules. He doesn’t stand on the bus, he doesn’t talk in line, he doesn’t cut in line, he doesn’t trade his snacks at lunch, and he always does what the teacher tells him to do. He is the only one in his class that has gone this entire school year without being told to move his star.

Until last Wednesday, that is!

Owen came home from school Wednesday and, as always, I asked him if he had a good day. He said,

“NO! Meanie* was pushing me and hitting me and I told him to stop and he wouldn’t so I started hitting him and the music teacher saw me and she told Miss Murphy and I had to move my star! HUMPFH!”

My jaw was on the floor. I don’t know if I was more shocked the he had to move his star, or that he told me about it. I decided not to worry about it too much. I told him that next time someone hits him; he needs to tell his teacher. He promised me he would.

He lied.

On Thursday when Owen came home from school, I asked him if he had a good day. He said,

“NO! Brat Boy* was cutting me in line and I told him not to do it and he kept cutting me and pushing me so I started hitting him and Miss Murphy made me move my star and I lost 5 minutes of recess! HUMPFH!”

I told him that I hoped this was not going to be an everyday occurrence. I had to give the kid credit for telling me that he had to move his star, and why he had to do it. I emailed his teacher and told her that I hope this was just because he was getting re-adjusted from spring break---Owen does not do well with change.

The kids and I had a great weekend. Sophie’s team came in 2nd place in their softball tournament, and Owen and Ella played a very entertaining game that thank God only lasted 1 hour! of T-ball. When I took Owen to latch-key this morning, I was a little proud dumbfounded, shocked, and taken aback when his teacher asked me if I heard about what happened when Owen got off the bus.

Owen beat the crap out of a kid!

When Owen came home from school tonight, I asked him if he forgot to tell me about what happened at latch-key. He said,

Bully* keeped telling me to stand by the wall and I was and he said I wasn’t so he keeped on pushing me so I kicked him and he kicked me back so I punched him in the eye and his glasses falled on the ground! HUMPFH!”

So, I’m trying not to laugh as Owen demonstrates how he slugged this kid in the eye. Dustyn and Sophie were in total awe of him. Dustyn tells Owen to ‘give me 5’ for sticking up for himself. Normally I would not condone one of my kids using violence to solve their problems, but I think this situation is a little different. Here’s the reason: This boy, Bully*, is not Owen’s age. He is in either the 3rd or 4th grade! He is close to a foot taller than Owen! I don’t want this kid picking on my baby! Owen says this boy is mean and picks on him every day. The latch-key teacher, who also happens to be The Lunch Lady, told me that she has to remind Bully* every day that he can’t pick on the younger kids.

Except today. Maybe Bully* learned his lesson? Every person has a breaking point; I guess Owen has reached him!

*the names have been changed, obviously. who would name their kids Meanie, Brat Boy, and Bully???