That is onerous, but at least you won't have to wrangle a refund for the summer program.

And remember, you have lots of teachers here to give any help on curriculum if need be. And you can pull out that card: I am sending this book report to a REAL TEACHER to grade (I would totally do this for you) so don't even pull that "You're not a TEACHER card, mister!"

OK, my onerous tasks: Packing, addressing and mailing corsets

Cleaning the cat box and taking out the upstairs trash

Getting gas (I HATE this, for some reason, and it's not the price, although that sucketh, too)

Making copies of papers at FedEx and mailing them off.

Folding and putting away clean laundry and doing two more loads tonight.

Question: Why will my husband put dishes in the dishwasher, but leave a dish that he "doesn't know where it goes" on the counter? And why, why, WHY am I the only one who ever cleans the sink and kitchen counters? I don't get it.

Okay, now to work.

msbelle, the last two weeks of school, generally, are useless academically so no worries beyond the registration nonsense. Also, what if you do not withdraw him but just continued to have him be absent. It messes with their ADA but that's not your issue.

Why will my husband put dishes in the dishwasher, but leave a dish that he "doesn't know where it goes" on the counter?

I see your hubby and raise you a boyfriend who, despite seeing an empty sink just waiting to be filled with dirty dishes (for lo, that is its purpose), will leave a dirty plate perched on the stove top.

How dirty is the plate? I have weird systems for half-used things (clothes, plates) that I want to use/wear again, but don't want to put away with the clean things.

But then, I live alone.

It can flag him in-district for auto-letters from the district and potentially reporting to truancy. Right now he is not absent, he transferred to another district the day he was admitted. The hospital is in an ISD and has teachers. ON discharge I will have to sign withdrawl papers and he will automatically go into the state system as non-schooled unless I list him as homeschooled, or list the next ISD he will be entering.

How dirty is the plate? I have weird systems for half-used things (clothes, plates) that I want to use/wear again, but don't want to put away with the clean things.

Dirty enough to not be re-used. (We do both leave water glasses and coffee mugs on the counter for days on end, because we re-use until they are gnarly. So I get what you're saying. I think his brain really goes, "Dirty plate, done with it, got to put it somewhere...the stove! The stove is the first thing I see upon entering the Room Of The Food, so I will put it there!")

Oof. That's a drag. Homeschooling makes sense unless it messes with your need to re-register.

Our district has kids go to one of three Home/Hospital Schools (Grace was part of one for a bit) when they are hospitalized, so they don't leave the District at all. That sounds like a PITA wrangling of stuff.

I see your hubby and raise you a boyfriend who, despite seeing an empty sink just waiting to be filled with dirty dishes (for lo, that is its purpose), will leave a dirty plate perched on the stove top.

I say threaten him with a beating, but that would be counterintuitive for y'all.

Tell him the next time he does this, you're hiding all his pretty clothes until he learns his lesson. BRING THE PAIN!

This is why I could not live with other people anymore.

Somewhat relatedly, I have a (male) friend at work, and sometimes I need to make requests for him to do things as part of his job. I often do this ahead of time (he does video set ups and such). And he always asks me to remind him, because he will never remember. And I want to kill him, because it is not my job to remind him to do his job!!! He doesn't keep a to do list or a calendar, which, fine, I don't do a very good job at, but when people ask me for things at my job, I am usually responsible for remembering to do them!

When I worked at a shelter for teens (12 to 18) some continued to go to school, but I was the teacher for those who couldn't continue to go. Granted, we weren't a psych facility (although we might as well have been; I was med-tech certified and we had out share of youth hauled off to the police station or to local youth psych facilities.)

My favorite was the girl who went around breaking things, including a glass picture frame and threatened to cut me with it. She didn't, but I got called a number of names, and when she dropped the glass, I got to put my appropriate restraint training into effect -- she was threatening other clients. As she was strapped to the gurney, I also got spit on.

Then I had to spend 2 hours documenting it. It was a day.