Mer-boy rolled his eyes at me in the rear view mirror...
THIS...is how I know the lil guy who used to eat red play-doh is actually mine...and after the last 24 hrs, I could use some red play-doh myself.
Mer's tests went well. The anxiety and worry about going to the Cardio which brought upon the need to snuggle and be close is gone. He's back to thinking I'm the biggest idiot in the world and being the royal pain in the ass I love.
Our home is a mess (to the anal retentive one)...when hair is stuck to the bathroom floor with hairspray, I consider the house a disaster, BUT...I'm learning I'd rather have a happy kid than a spotless home. (breathe)
Tonight is the ever eventful "Turkey Bingo" at Wilson, MC'd by one witty Chess Club teacher (that's the main reason I go) He's so good with those kids, and they all love him because he doesn't treat them like they're morons...I call that a brilliant teacher! They all get his sarcasm, because he uses it in such a way there's no shame, no humiliation, no B.S.
I adore all the teachers at Wilson, even the one who yelled in my face last year (found out she'd done it to other parents, so it wasn't about me) "Control Issues"
Educators in Oklahoma are 48th in the nation in pay. We have some of the best and brightest, uber cool educators at Wilson. Doing cutting edge teaching, always learning more themselves. It makes me sick to know their income isn't much different than mine, just sick.
So far I've damn near missed half of Mer's 5th grade year being incapacitated physically, slowly getting stronger each day...this is his last year at a school I've worked my butt off to make sure he stayed in.
So "Turkey Bingo" huh? What could that be...it's BINGO right before Thanksgiving. The kids love it, the parents love it, it's a great way to blow off steam.
I have an abundance of steam needing to be blown off at this point. So let's hear it for "Turkey Bingo"!