So it has been back to school for nearly a week and we still haven’t found those fucking pants.
And now his boxers have gone walkabout too.
I may have to pull out all the hairs that I so skill fully painted an un-natural colour last week in my blissful ‘we got this back to school shit IN THE MOTHERFUCKING BAG‘ delusion.
But otherwise shit seems to be going well.
Endless voice messages left by teachers trying to set up meetings (LOL NOT) and we WILL be having those damn meetings this damn term to set this kid up for success this year if it kills them.
Cause it damn near killed me last year, and the years before and I am sick of that dumb arse game.
Boo has insisted on a menu plan for dinner, so I cobbled one together for an entire fortnight – HUZZAH! – with shizzle we had in the cupboards and freezer and he was all ‘I want BEANS FOR DINNER!’, so after I picked my jaw up off the floor at him wanting to try a new food, I handed him a pen and he added it to the menu.
Who knew Youtube was good for something? Kid is obsessed with Michael Rosen and this clip.
And not one night are we having ‘I Dunno‘ or ‘OMG I DON’T LIKE THAT‘ or ‘I am not eating THAT‘ or my personal brain melter ‘Not that AGAIN‘ so I am totes winning on that front at least.
Notes are coming in thick and fast, electronically thank fuck, because this butthead child either eats them before he gets to the office doors or hides them in the classroom bin. And of course the new case manager as decided to get a bug up her butt at this very moment and need everything NOW as well so I am super busy.
And lets not mention work because I will lose my shit. Apparently 150% productivity and 97% accuracy is just not fucking cutting it, Kelley... be better.
I need a clone. I decidedly healthier one please, one who can reach up and clean those bug guts off the fucking ceiling above Boo’s computer that have been there since Jesus’ motherfucking birthday.
And maybe make me a brownie? I probably wont be able to eat it, but I can just sit here and sniff it while I watch All the Housewives Of All of The Places. Those Potomac biatches are crazy mofos. But will never beat my Beverly girls.
What choo up to?
How was back to school/work/start of Februrararrrrarrrarry for you?