Creepy Notes

Little Man can be pretty forgetful when it comes to…well, anything, but especially bringing home his homework and important papers. Kids are forgetful. Kids with ADHD are super forgetful. Kids with ADHD that have moms and dads who are scatterbrained as hell are super forgetful times infinity. Science knows this to be true.

So, the boy has a presentation due next month, and his teacher sent out a text message telling the parents to review the rubric. I checked Little Man’s bag, and there was no rubric to be found.

“Where’s the rubric?” I asked.

“What rubric?” he responded.

“The rubric for your project.”

“What proj–oh, I don’t know. Maybe I lost it?”

“Well, maybe you better find it and bring it home tomorrow,” I told him.

“The teacher said if we lost it that we can’t have another one.”

“Find it.” I was a little irritated since we had just done the same song and dance routine over bringing home his makeup work packet a couple weeks earlier. After forgetting multiple times, I marched him into the school to get it, and it turned out that he lost it. Luckily for him, his teacher told him not to worry about it.

The next day came, and he didn’t have his rubric, nor did he remember to look for it. The day after, I put a post-it note on his binder reminding him to bring it home. Still, nothing.

“If you don’t look for it tomorrow and ask the teacher about getting another one if you can’t find it,” I told him, “then there’s no screen. At all. Got it?”

Nothing came home and he lost screen. The next two days he was out since we went to Great Wolf Lodge. On the Thursday night before he went back to school, I put more post-it reminders in his bag so that he’d have no excuse of forgetting.

First I put one on his binder. I put another in his folder. Another post-it replaced the bookmark in the book he was reading. Another went in his pencil pouch. Yet another was taped to the handle of his backpack. And the last one was taped to the top of the inside of his lunchbox, so that when he opened it, the note was hanging down in front of his food.

One that didn’t get tossed.

Guess what? The rubric was found and brought home.

“Mom, you know that was kind of creepy,” Little Man told me after coming home. “There was the first note and then the second note, and I found the rubric. But I kept finding more notes as the day went on. The lunchbox not was super creepy. There aren’t anymore notes hidden, are there?”

He did find them all. And now I know what to do when he’s not bringing stuff home and taking stuff from him isn’t working — bombard him with post-it notes. Maybe even rig his sandwich container so that it kind of explodes with a hundred little post-it notes when he opens it. Paint the rock outside the school the post-it orange and put a note on there, too. Or, make a fake tattoo that looks like a post-it with the reminder on it and stick it on his arm. The possibilities are endless.

Share Your World: March, 20, 2017

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How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

Probably 35 since that’s about how old I look. (I’m 33.) But if I’m going on how I physically feel at times, I could be a senior citizen, or if I’m going off how mature I can be, then it’s more like 12. If I take the average of those ages, then I still come out to about the same age I am now.

So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house?

If you had asked me this a few weeks ago, I’d say no, I don’t know. Because I lost it. And then I lost the replacement umbrella. But I bought a replacement replacement umbrella, and it’s in my car now. I probably won’t remember to take it out unless there’s a downpour, but at least I know where it is.

Do you recharge your energy by going out with friends for a good time or by spending with quiet time alone?

I prefer spending quiet time alone. Sometimes I can decompress around my husband if he’s engrossed in something else and isn’t bugging me, but usually it has to be alone, with no one else in the house, since even if I hide out in my bedroom by myself, there’s always the chance of hearing screams or someone banging on my door.

Name three things you and your spouse, partner or best friend to have in common.

Sense of humor, taste in TV shows, and anxiety. The first two apply to my husband and all three apply to my best friend.

Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

There’s a lot to be grateful for from last week — a fun overnight trip with my family, spending time with my extended family, getting a stronger anti-inflammatory from my rheumatologist without having to go into the office, a quiet, relaxing weekend. This week I’m looking forward to having a fairly laid back week and soccer. Little Man has two games, and I made Baby Girl an adorable shirt to wear. (Tomorrow will be her first of the season since it was so cold the other games.)

Now if I can just keep her from running out on the field and raiding the after-game snacks…

I’m also grateful that the Gamecocks beat Duke last night and made it to the Sweet Sixteen. One of the players on the team is from my hometown, too, so that made it even sweeter.

The Share Your World challenge is hosted by Cee’s Photography Blog.

 

Share Your World – Monday, March 13

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Do you push the elevator button more than once? Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster?

Nope. I press it just the one time, and then if I’m by myself, I check something on my phone so I can avoid making small talk with anyone else on the elevator.

Do you plan out things usually or do you do them more spontaneous (for example if you are visiting a big city you don’t know?)

I like having a general idea of what I’m doing and where I’m going, but I don’t like having every minute planned out, either. It’s nice to be a bit spontaneous and see where it takes you.

Describe yourself in at least four uplifting words.

Funny, kind, creative, empathetic.

If you had a choice which would be your preference salt water beaches, fresh water lakes, ocean cruise, hot tub, ski resort or desert?

Oh jeez.That’s a toss-up between the beach and an ocean cruise. On one hand, I can camp out under something (like the pier) by the ocean and enjoy the breeze and water without getting too hot in the sun. There’s a lack of umbrellas and otherwise shady spots on cruises in my experience. However, cruises do take you to nice beaches where there are plenty of umbrellas…hmm.

The Share Your World Challenge is hosted by Cee, of Cee’s Photography Blog.

Winter Wonderland…For A Few Hours

We finally got our winter snow…shortly before spring begins and right after a February that felt more like May. We weren’t supposed to get any, but lo and behold, there was white stuff on the ground when I woke up. We were all really excited! Sam measured and thinks we had a little over four inches.

After searching forever for gloves and boots, we finally made it out. I duct taped some bungee cords to a laundry basket and we used that and an old blue tarp to drag the kids around. They had a blast. Little Man tried sledding behind the hill down our house in a laundry basket, and made it about four feet. He tried the wagon, too, but it didn’t go anywhere. Maybe we’ll get a little sled to have on hand to use once every three years when we get a bit of snow.

Since the weatherman was calling for it to be a cold, cloudy day, I figured we’d have snow to play in tomorrow, too. But, nope. The sun came out in the afternoon and all we were left with was some leftover snowmen (that’s my dad’s snowmen below, but using it to give you an idea of how quickly things changed) and mud.

Now that we got our snow fix, I suppose I’ll join the “Bring on spring!” crowd. We’re going to plant some flowers and stuff (the technical term), and I’m ready to get to it. Plus, there’s soccer. Little Man’s soccer jamboree was yesterday — Sam is coaching, and I helped out since one of the assistant coaches wasn’t there. We lost, unfortunately, but the kids all played really hard. Hopefully it’ll be a productive soccer season!

That’s my weekend — how was yours?

Weirdos Visit Again

Normally I wouldn’t do another search terms post within 24 hours of the last one, but, jeez, I have to.

In case this individual ever comes back, I’ll answer that —

Does Captain Morgan make your breath smell after drinking it? (I’m gonna assume that’s what this person meant.) Yes. And if you drink too much of it, like I did that one time, your breath will smell significantly worse than like spiced rum.

On the off-chance this person meant “Does the Captain himself have the ability to smell after drinking,” then I don’t see why alcohol would cause him to lose his olfactory sense. Although, I suppose it’s possible if the Captain gets blackout drunk — he wouldn’t be smelling anything then.

Oh! And I figured out why I keep getting porn hits. I forgot that I had a) written a post about the time I took porn to school while teaching and b) include a “What’s Your Porn Name?” quiz in a post. And here I am calling other people weirdos.

I Said What?

Some odd people visit my blog, and I don’t just mean those of you who pop in on a regular basis. More often that not, the terms search terms WordPress shows me that people used to get to this blog are fairly unusual. Sometimes they’re downright creepy. (Thank god I can’t see them all, or I might GTFO.)

This is my March so far. (And I don’t know Peter Kay is.)

I don’t recall posting the last thing on this blog, but I suppose it isn’t untrue.

#MyFirstPostRevisited (AKA Snoozefest)

I was nominated by Vic at Just Plain Ol’ Vic to participate in a new challenge — the #MyFirstPostRevisited challenge.

My First Post Revisited!

My first post on this blog (which used to be Blogging For Therapy, then Strong Enough To Break, and now it’s what the address says up top, going on a run of just over a year, woot) was on October 2, 2014 and called The Dreaded First Post. You can read it below or click here (although I don’t know why you’d want to wear out your clicking finger when you don’t have to).

I’m a 30-year-old stay-at-home-mom who works out of the home part-time. I typically just tell people that I’m a SAHM though, because that’s less of a mouthful. I have two beautiful kiddos–Little Man who is 6 and Baby Girl who is just a few months old.

I enjoy reading and Netflix binges. I’m not into most of the typical female stuff, so don’t expect anything about fashion or artsy stuff, unless I’m posting a picture of something I screwed up.

As you can tell from the site title and address, I have a little baggage. Since I hate talk therapy, I figure I’ll just use this as my outlet for venting or talking about some of the interesting or mundane aspects of my life.

Are you yawning now?

So, that’s my first post. And I was 30. THIRTY when I wrote that (like, just out of my 20s and not in my middle early 30s), and had a 4-month-old and a first grader…time, well, ya know.

Here we come to the rules:

Obvious rules:

  • No cheating. (It must be your first post. Not your second post, not one you love…first post only.)
  • Link back to the person who tagged you (thank them if you feel like it or, if not, curse them with a plague of ladybugs).

Other rules:

  • Copy and paste your old post into a new post or reblog your own bad self. (Either way is fine but NO editing.)
  • Put the hashtag #MyFirstPostRevisited in your title.
  • Tag five other bloggers to take up this challenge.
  • Notify your tags in the comment section of their blog (don’t just hope they notice a pingback somewhere in their spam).
  • Feel free to cut and paste the badge to use in your post.
  • Include the rules in your post.

People who should also do this: 

 

Praise Zeus

March has been good to us so far. We made it through the first week without anyone getting sick and puking all over or needing a prescription! And my washing machine is no longer running continuously. “Praise Zeus,” as Little Man is fond of saying.

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And, yes, I’m knocking on wood. All the wood. Even…nah, I’m not going there.

We have had a super laid back weekend. We took the kids out to dinner and did a little shopping on Friday night, did soccer and a little cleaning on Saturday, and all we have planned for today is taking apart Baby Girl’s crib to give to some relatives. Since she only used the crib a couple of times (she preferred her pack-n-play), I won’t get all weepy. (Although I am still a little annoyed that the adorable owl sheets I bought to match the theme of her nursery were never really used. I’ll get over it when she’s 20.)

In other news, I started another blog called Dorky Mom Doodles (I’ve already added some of y’all, so that’s just me. I’m keeping it separate from this blog so I can share with friends, and almost no one IRL knows about this blog.) I’ve been drawing doodles on my iPad and decided to do a blog with them. I rather suck at drawing, but it’s fun (and easier on the iPad, and easier is always good), plus Little Man is loving it. He used the app to design a tattoo for me tonight after he heard me telling Sam I need (yes, need) new ink.

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Anyway, the plan is to post there a couple times per week and here as usual (so either once or twice or ten times per week).

In other good news, I had a few necklace orders this week, plus a couple of vinyl decal orders. If things continue being less chaotic, I hope to get more up on Etsy rather than focusing just on Facebook. People apparently love stuff that is pet-related, so that seems like it’d be a good focus once I start focusing. Little Man is making a bunch of necklaces for a festival at his school, and we have to have 50 ready for later this month, so I’ll be making necklaces one way or another. He has Pokemon, Star Wars, My Little Pony, Deadpool, Transformers, and some others.

Some of the necklaces we made last month.

He’s offered to help me with necklaces for my Etsy shop “for a cut of the profit.” (His class has an entrepreneurship theme this year.) I told him we’d talk after he helps me with 50 necklaces, so now he wants his own shop. He is obsessed with all things LEGO and wants to save his money to buy the Millennium Falcon. That thing is expensive — around $120 — so he better make a lot of necklaces.

What’s new with you?

Dummies And DMX

Like other toddlers, Baby Girl has the uncanny ability to pick up on every word that isn’t quite appropriate for her to say. Even if she hears it just once, her radar goes off and she adds it to her lexicon.

Bilbo had just swiped Baby Girl’s snack off the table, and after yelling at him, she said, “Bilbo a dummy!”

I’d be irritated, too, but that was a bit harsh. “We don’t say ‘dummy’ Baby Girl, that’s not nice,” I told her. “Did you hear someone say it at school?”

“No, Mommy, I hear Daddy say dummy,” she answered.

“Ha ha! It wasn’t me this time!” Little Man, who has been getting lectured over certain words he’s taught Baby Girl, exclaimed. “Oooooooh, Daddy is in trouble! He called Bilbo a dummy when he wouldn’t come inside last night.”

I called Sam in to explain the situation and ask if that were true, figuring that he’d take a hint and say that he shouldn’t have called the dog a dummy.

“Yeah, I called him a dummy, because he is a dummy. He wouldn’t come inside when it was raining.”

I sighed. “But is that a nice word to use when talking about our dog?”

“It’s true.”

Little Man giggled. I sighed a bit louder and gave Sam the look.

“Baby Girl, Daddy shouldn’t have called Bilbo a ‘dummy.’ That wasn’t nice, okay? You don’t go around calling people dummies,” Sam told her.

“Dummy,” she said, with a grin on her face.

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A little while later, I was helping Little Man with his homework. He had a thick math packet to complete from when he was absent. I helped him through it, but not without him trying to drive me crazy by getting out of his seat every five seconds to check on something or pee or get a drink or see what Baby Girl was doing with the tablet or to get a snack… It didn’t help that Baby Girl kept interrupting us with her list of demands. “Mommy, you get my milk, please. Mommy, I want a cereal bar. Mommy, I want my favorite sucker. Mommy, I want a THAT.” (When she’s not sure what she wants, she’ll ask for a “THAT” and wait for me to suggest things that she could possibly want.)

“Y’all gonna make me lose my mind up in here, up in here. Y’all gonna make me act a fool, up in here, up in here. Y’all gonna make me lose my cool, up in here, up in here,” I sang. This was better than saying other words.

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“Ooh, what song was that?” Little Man wanted to know.

“The theme song to my life. I don’t know, the name is Y’all Gonna Make Me Lose My Mind or something. Let me look it up on YouTube.”

So I did. And I started playing it and then Little Man started break dancing. And then Sam came back in.

“Oh, my god, E, what are you letting them listen to?!” He rushed over to the computer.

“That Y’all Gonna Make Me Lose My Mind song. Why?”

He close the tab with the song playing. “Did you not hear the words he was saying?”

“Just the opening part.”

He whispered some of the rest of the song in my ear. (You can read the lyrics here.) Yikes. Luckily LM couldn’t understand any more of the song, either.

“So, dear, you do realize that you were just riding me about saying ‘dummy’ around Baby Girl, right?” Sam asked. “And then you play a really explicit DMX song to them a few minutes later?”

Hmph.

Things Kids Do Thursday: Moves Like Prince

Today I’m changing up things a bit. Instead of doing a “Things Kids Say” post, I’m going with a “Things Kids Do” post.

Sam was watching music on YouTube with Little Man when he came across a Prince video. He and some other guys were cover a song (I’ll post it at the bottom), and at the end of the song, Prince throws the guitar in the air and walks off.

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Little Man liked it so much that he wanted to listen to the song again, and while it was playing, he pretended a wood souvenir baseball bat was a guitar and played along. (Side note: LM sometimes carries this bat around and does Harley Quinn impersonations.) My husband was loving that LM was so into Prince. “He’s gonna have good taste in music, unlike his mama.” Burn.

And then the end of the song comes. Little Man, who was still being a cool dude and shredding the guitar, decides to continue copying Prince and throws the bat in the air and attempts to walk off. Unfortunately for him, he threw it forward a bit and the bat landed on his head.

Sam broke one of the cardinal rules of parenting — check and make sure your kid is fine before laughing at them — and nearly fell in the floor because he was laughing so hard. (Little Man was fine, aside from being annoyed at Sam.) At least he didn’t have his real guitar.