singing and marching to "The Ants Go Marching" song.

CUTE. I love that song. It reminds me of the daycare at Seattle Children's (which is probably where I learned it). Yay Owen!

Kristin, I'm sorry.

Kristin, so sorry. It stinks that there's a teacher who's excited about something and the PTB won't give it a chance.

JZ, I'm sorry about the job. Does your position with UC get you into the pension system? Because don't you have like 15 years in? Have you considered how much the next 5 years are actually worth over your lifetime? Because if you've got the same deal I had, it would have been impossible for me to justify leaving at 15 years in. Signed, Not My Business So You Don't Have to Answer That But I Ran a Lot of Numbers Before Handing In My Resignation at one of the Country's Best Pension Plans.

I'm sorry for the disappointment, Kristin.

I'm fighting with both the boys. Oh, joy. One had his phone taken from him in school by the teacher and I am a horrible mean mother because I am taking the teacher's side. The other hasn't done a damn thing on the list of stuff he is supposed to do, and I got a bad email from a teacher, and he is upset because I won't let him go to his thing tonight on empty promises.

Parenting sucks.

Kick their tushies, Laura.

(You may need a ladder.)

Dude, you are totally horrible and mean! GO YOU!

Kristen - auughh! total unfair play on the part of the school. Glad you have a good department head.

I'm going to a community meeting where two Large Personalities are battling for Control. I will attempt the mighty feat of keeping my mouth shut and, at the same time, not getting placed on any committees. Gah.

Sorry, Bitches. It is the Monday-est Wednesday ever. I just got a call that two people I work with went to complain about my communication in emails being too "casual" to THEIR boss. Did they even breathe a word of what was bothering them to me? Nope. Do I have to have meetings about this now? Yup.

Wait a minute, Laura. Are you telling me this parenting gig gets HARDER?

Crap.

Happy Hump Day.

I have a late library book to return tomorrow and we're going to Stride Rite for shoes for Little Miss Tippy Toes.

Phone boy is protesting that he was illegally searched, or some such thing. He had his hand in his pocket, teacher asked him to empty pocket, the moment that phone hit teachers hand a text came through from his girlfriend. Rule says that phone must be turned off and in book bag. Seems pretty simple to me. Busted.

The other one comes home and I tell him to do this and that and the other thing. He plays with his cars and stuff on the floor of the living room for a couple hours. I remind him a few times of the list. Time comes to go to his thing with his friends and I mention the list. He makes empty promises and complains for 45 minutes about how unfair life is. Of course said list could have been completed in that time. He throws stuff and pouts.

Me, I am going to my GF's later to watch Lost and drink wine and will leave their sorry butts at home. With no computers. If I hear any more crap the tv box will be locked too.

Grrrrrr! I will win the meanest mommy ever award and wear it proudly.

t /mommy rant

Urgh, Robin. That's not cool.