So, Wil decided to quit preschool. He had been very adamant about not going for several weeks and it go to the point where we just couldn't take it anymore. Rather than just pulling him out, I asked Kerry, his teacher, if we could meet and see if we can figure out what is up with this. She was more than willing, so she met William and I out at our house. We had a really nice visit--he was happy to see her and seemed to enjoy having her there, so I really don't think the problem is her. However, he informed her "Kerry, I quit school".
Kerry and I talked a bit and decided that we would let him think he "quit" but plan to restart in January. In the meantime she will be mailing him homework. Yesterday his first packet of homework arrived, and it occured to me that we seem to have invented correspondence preschool. What's next--online preschool?
This weekend the older 4 kids went to my parents for a visit. I'm not ready t0 foist Zac on them yet, so he stayed with us. He had a babysitter all by himself when I left for work on Saturday (Brian was taking care of some business in Little Falls) and amazingly he did great and really liked her. He can be a fiesty little turd.
Saturday was a girl scout bake sale , held at a craft fair at the middle school. First thing you need to know is I hate crafts. Second thing you need to know is I can't bake (or cook). Third thing you need to know is I'm too stubborn to just have the baker I'm married to do the baking! I tried all week to make bars and I made about 6 batches of concrete. Friday night I decided to make one last desperate attempt and was up til 2 am doing so (arrived home from work at 12 30 mid). Another batch of concrete. I was due to work the bake sale at 9 30 am (alone, because Ana flew the coop on me). So early in the morning I dragged my sorry ass out of bed, got my crabby baby up and dressed, and went to the high school. Where the bake sale wasn't. Went back to the car (crabby baby being crabby) and called another girl scout mom to ask where it was. Redirected to the middle school, we ran over there and arrive 15 minutes after our shift was supposed to start. Keep in mind now that they expected wonderful things from us, being that our family co-owns a semi-famous bakery. So I come schlepping in. The girl scout leader, whom I can't stand, chirps "Oh, do you need help carrying your product in from the car?". Dang, busted. "No," I said truthfully, "Brian is bringing it" (LIE). Then I had to think fast about how i was going to get out of THAT. I decided that Zac and I would run for the bakery (2 blocks away) and package up some brownies because they look generic enough to be possibly home make. We go to the bakery and there was a huge Saturday morning rush going on and we were totally in the way as we stole bars and packaging. Ran back to the middle school with it, squishing it well (so it would look more home made). Arrived---no price marked--no marker available. So there was my contribution--6 plates of 4 brownies each, smooshed flat, no prices. From the owners of Cold Spring Bakery. I proudly follow the girl scout pledge "I promise to lie, and to steal, and to live by the Girl Scout Law"
On the unit at work this weekend we have a guy who is missing a had. So last night I saw him trying to open a toothbrush package and the first thing out of my mouth was "Need a hand?"
His answer? "Nah, it's been 18 years, I'm used to it"
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