I've been feeling a little kicked around this week. I'm not sure why because lots of good things are happening here. Crafty got the coveted role of Kate in Taming of the Shrew for her 6th grade Shakespeare production. The Dog Walker's full tuition scholarship was renewed for Summer Semester (although my sweetie and I were way more excited about that than he was...I think he was looking forward to a break.)
Princess finished her driving hours and is looking forward to getting her license this week. Sport hit an awesome double in his baseball game and then stole his way home! Crafty, Sport, and Scout all finished their Soaring Eagle Awards. Sport actually got a spot in the Lego Crew class (he couldn't get in last month, it was already full on the first day of registration.) I won a boatload of Tupperware in a random drawing at training and Princess got every single class she wanted for next year in Arena Scheduling.
I have a Tupperware party at Curves tomorrow which is awesome except that I have to get up at the crack of dawn to set up. Princess and Prima Donna both danced several dances at the Stake Dance last night. And Curly finally has his first baseball game (in the big leagues!) tomorrow. Not many weeks have so many good things happening!
So what's wrong with me??
(Now comes the whiny part, so you might want to stop reading...)
Still with me? Good! So today at church I was chatting with a friend of mine who happens to teach at the same college the Dog Walker attends. She told me that we have the absolute WORST teacher for his Lit class! It's no wonder he can't get a decent grade on a test. He spent many hours on his last essay test and he got 3/ 25. Seriously! For one of the questions he got a zero out of seven possible.How can that happen?! He wrote about 500 coherent words that might not have been a perfect A answer, but come on, it was worth more than nothing!
Wait a second while I catch my breath, that was a pretty good rant...
And then tonight, just when I was feeling my most kicked around with the Sunday night blues, Crafty decided to do gymnastics across my kitchen floor. She did a cartwheel and totally kicked the land-line phone right off the wall! And no, it doesn't work any more.
I stayed in the office while she confessed her sin to her daddy with many tears and apologies. He handled it like a pro. He asked her if she learned her lesson and she sniffed and nodded her head. Then he cautioned her against gymnastics in the kitchen while he went to work on replacing the destroyed phone.
I'm not mean enough to kick her around, but I would have at least assigned her a job or given her a good rant...