holy shitballs my kid is dramatic.

he has not failed English, but is CURRENTLY failing both it and Math. He freaked the fuck out when Math teacher called me tonight and busted him on not bringing home the make-up work. I then printed out make-up work (2 sheets) and gave it to him to do and he went full on meltdown which I will not engage in anymore and the screaming at me and the disrespect and we are so far beyond that so I give it back and wow, just not good at all. He has now calmed down and showered and the law has been laid down. 4th 6 weeks we are under new house rules and I am checking the teachers' sites daily, want to see work daily and he will be doing both math work and English work at home whether or not he has homework from school.

msbelle, does he have different teachers in each subject now?

yes he does.

msbelle, sorry your getting tsuris on top of flurries. Uhg. But I'm glad you have a plan.

9 quart baggies of xmas cookies, oh wait, can't forget the other few I forgot to take to the Y tonight for my weekday crew. My weekend crew loved them (one proposal, had to write down the recipe- thank god it is an old one committed to memory, security guard asked tonight for more) though I'm pretty sure Eric at the desk would've been happier with pizza. I'll have to remember that;) Just as well, I gave the lifeguard a bag last night and since he was the only guard on duty, he got all of them. Tomorrow, K and T will both be working, and John the pool manager works late Tuesdays. It's hilarious that I know their schedules so well!

I'm gonna play cookie fairy in the morning to those who I beat out of the house, and drop off on my way to swimming tomorrow night. And then I can find dinner in my fridge again.

It's so hard to make them care when they just don't, msbelle. I sympathize.

Am currently not dealing well with holidays. Drove to Tennessee to spend the weekend with my BFF and her now-16-year-old daughter who acts like she's 12. There were presents exchanged and we went to see The Hobbit 2, and a good time was had by all, but it's a long drive there and back again, and between that and the tantrum-throwing kid, I am wrung out. Now I have two journal issues to get to the printer in the next three days, and then I have to get ready for Christmas with my family. Not sure which is stressing me out more. Oh, no, wait, I'm sure - it's the family. I usually have a bunch of presents bought by now, and this year I have almost nothing. I wish I could just send everyone gift cards and cookies, and not leave my house until January 1.

I wish I could just send everyone gift cards and cookies, and not leave my house until January 1.

You could do that! (Although maybe not the not-leaving-the-house part.)

I am so worn out. I'm going to bed in a few minutes. My swim this morning was faster than usual; our down-the-road-other-Y has their pool closed this week so my usual AM crew has to deal with the Others, one of whom is the reason I stopped swimming at the other pool.

I have two more days of finals then freedom. But I also have to write a grant application for a $10,000 grant / award for my department. Sigh. Don't wanna but absolutely have to.

I wish. The not-leaving-the-house would be the easier part, if I could get out of having to partake in the festivities at all, but I cannot. At this point, I am the only other adult in the family besides my sister, and she will lose her mind if I don't go.

(Okay, my nieces and their boyfriends are technically adults, but, not really. You know? How come I have so many grown-ass people in my life who are all about 14 years old emotionally? I wonder if maybe I am too and I just don't realise it...)

So I kind of enjoyed the Ice Age movies, except for what they do to poor Scratch and his acorns. But why on earth is there a Christmas special? There was no Christmas then! I don't care how much you dress it up as just a special time for families and friends etc.! I'm a pagan, and I object to this.

And what they do to Scratch . . . Hubby said, "No, he gets the acorn in the end." "No, sweetheart, he never does." "Well, it's a Christmas show, he'll get it this time." Half an hour later: "Huh. No, he didn't. You're right." "See?" I despise the humor of cruelty.