Posts Tagged: homework


20
Oct 10

the splash zone: episode 6

7 y/o to me while i was calling her friend for a playdate, “you will probably have to leave a message on her voice messaging system.” i giggled, which prompted 10 y/o to say to her,  “you are going straight to the blog.” 7 y/o to me,  “great, now you’re writing it down.”

10 y/o: “there are so many old people here.” me: “we are all going to be old one day.” 10 y/o: “yes, but you be will old much sooner than me.”

me: “a kitten will be a lot to handle.” 10 y/o: “yes, but i want one from the kitty litter.”

10 y/o after her sister sneezed: “i just got a little spritz in the splash zone.”

so, mommy is a sucker and we got a new kitten and the maniacal phototaking ensued. i said, “it’s like the paprazzi in here.” 7 y/o said, “no it’s the catarazzi.”

7 y/o was flailing her arms by my coffee and i said, “can you please watch this?” meaning be careful not to spill it. i went into the other room and after a minute she asked me if she could go pet the cat and i said, “of course, you don’t need permission.” and she said, “well, you told me to watch this.”

while catsitting, my mom’s cat, dexter, the girls were discussing getting our own kitten. 7 y/o said to 10 y/o, “shhh. dexter can hear you.” and 10 y/o replied, “i’m not cheating on him.”

me to 10 y/o, “well, i told you that already. you don’t listen to me.” “no, i don’t, do i?”

10 y/o: “cats are just like elderly people: they sleep, eat & poop.”

me: “you guys, this movie is so horrible.” 7 y/o: “that’s the point.”

the girls  & i got home late one night & i was too tired to make lunch before bed so i made it the next morning. after putting it in her backpack before leaving for school, 10 y/o looked at me & said, “well, the lunches got made this morning, but this isn’t going to become a habit is it?”

10 y/o on phone with her friend, “i’d like to have a playdate, but my mother has a homework policy.”

10 y/o noticed my frown when she took a bottled water which i like to reserve for school lunches and said to me, “you can buy more, mommy. i’ll give you the five dollars.”

me to 10 y/o referring to an online game: “i really do not find that game to be appropriate.” “why? it’s just a dress up game.” “look at how she is drawn: her boobs are huge.” 10 y/o: “they’re not huge, they’re ENORMOUS.”

10 y/o pondering her halloween costume, “i could go as a nerd.” me, “ok.” 10 y/o, “but that may be offensive to the kids that really are nerds.”

so my new job is technically in the mall, but i have a desk job, however, upon hearing of the location, 7 y/o exclaimed, “you get to work in  the mall? you are SO LUCKY!”

7 y/o, “mommy, if you keep wearing black to work , they are going to think you’re goth.”

while watching a show with 10 y/o, she asked, “so what’s this show about?” me, “just about their life together.” 10 y/o, “so it has no context whatsoever?”

girls and i were discussing how they would feel about me dating which prompted 10 y/o asked me if i was dating anyone. i told her i wasn’t and pointed out that i had told her that already. she replied, “well, i don’t pay attention to your background life.”

we were watching a show where the divorced couple was really amicable and 10 y/o asked, “why is the mom allowed in the dad’s house?”

every time i leave a room, my kids start yelling, “moooooooom?” while their dysfunctional need to know where i am every minute is somewhat flattering, i get tired of responding after the first 400 times. the other day i was ignoring the calls from the next room which prompted 10 y/o to say, “where are yoooooooooou?” i yelled back, “i left.” then i added, “maybe i should wear a tracking device.” 10 y/o agreed saying, “that would be nice for both of us.”

dinner at grandma’s house the other night included zucchini muffins (which 7 y/o thought were delish until she realized they were healthy) – 10 y/o said she really liked them because they had “a microwaveable quality to them” which reminded her of my cooking…

watching 10 y/o put ketchup on her plate sparked this conversation:

“i thought you didn’t like ketchup.”

“i like it only with specific foods.”

“like what?”

french fries.”

“what else?”

“nothing.”

“well, that is specific.”

me to 7 y/o, “i notice you hardly play in your room anymore.” 7 y/o, “that’s because you make me clean it up.”

upon telling the girls, they would have to come with me to my doctor appointment, and 10 y/o asked, “is it for a genealogy test? i said, “i think you mean gynecologist.” “whatever, i don’t want to go to your vagina appointment.”

7 y/o to 10 y/o after i laughed at something she said: “she is just going to have more and more things to put in the blog. oh no. i just gave her one. i better just not talk. ugh. she’s writing that down too.”

7 y/o likes to pretend she’s a cat but she gets extremely rambunctious when she does. the other night, it was late & she wanted to play cat and i told her she could but she had to be a calm cat. 10 y/o chimed in, “yeah. a cat on meds.”

me: “look, a baby deer.” 7 y/o: “it’s probably a teenager. babies can’t be alone.”

7 y/o to me after i explained an idea to her, “this is your plan?”

7 y/o watching an untalented disney star (as if there is any other kind) sing, “he is totally lip singing.”

10 y/o was half-heartedly complaining about being blog fodder (she actually really loves the attention) and i said, “but i never use your names. no one knows who you are.” “right, you just say 10 year old and 7 year old like no one knows who that is.”

7 y/o remarked to her sister, “you are double digits now.” and then i said, “wow, you are getting so big!”  she replied, “yes, i’m a tweenager now. it goes from juvenille to tweennesss, to drinking adult.”

me to girls, “i made rice krispie treats yesterday.” 10 y/o, “you actually made something?”

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16
Oct 09

transition

straight-jacket

so it’s been awhile since i placed pen to paper, well actually fingers to keyboard, last. mostly, the reason is, that in order to allow my lawyer to keep his blood pressure down, i have to save the really juicy stuff until The Never Ending Divorce is over. and you know it ain’t easy for me to keep this thing PG. i can do pg 13 at best and that’s even questionable. i just can’t publish all the really cool stuff on which i have been recently working. the man is keeping me down. the other reason is, i am just feeling, kind of, dare i say it, uninspired lately. a little bit blah.

so, what do i write about then? more ramblings? about how much i hate the holidays & birthdays now? about how i still dread doing homework over 20 years later? what it’s like to be living with a functional mental patient, possibly a Bona Fide Sociopath, who is plotting my demise as i sit here? how the dreariness of the impending long winter is bumming me out? how hard it is to go through my dad’s things when my mom asks me to so i have had a pile of his sweatshirts in my trunk for weeks? how i have taken to hibernating like a forest creature with layer of fat and all? it’s just not much fun being me now, as glamorous as it all must seem to you, i know. even though i am a “swinging single” now, i am in month 15 of a ridiculous divorce & impossible living situation and i am facing more major holidays without my father. i still cant seem to grasp the finality of his death yet. when i try to face it, it engulfs me in a giant wave of grief that i fear will drown me. and i wonder will i ever reclaim the part of me that died with him that same day? i am just so tired of being held hostage in my own life, trying to move forward but being held back. watching helplessly, the toll it’s taking on my beautiful, innocent children. knowing they deserve so much better than this & being able to do nothing about it. being held back by the very person that filed the damn papers in the first place. it’s infuriating. let me give you a small glimpse: today he had an electrician here to try to rig up the switches, to limit my utility usage. a few months ago, The Mental Patient removed 48, yes 48, light bulbs in my kitchen because he claims i leave the lights on too much. my kids now sit in semi-darkness to do homework. but i am the crazy bitch, right, asshat? perhaps i am: clearly i was mentally incapacitated the day i married him.

but i started this blog and i now feel a responsibility to my enormous readership to keep it fresh. keep it going. and i have scraps of paper here and there of half baked blog ideas, but none of them are really calling to me to complete right now. for example, i have a killer disney rant, another rant about the movie, field of dreams, my adventures this summer at what i like to call the “elder-pool” at my mom’s “community,” my evening as a chaperon at a sleep-over party for eighteen 9 year olds, why i think wawa is a fascinating commentary on society, tons of material on all the time spent at the supermarket, my evolution of cell phone dependence, funny stuff about my childhood, endless stuff about my dad, and the real meat of it all: my journey of self discovery which lead to my committal to my own happiness at any cost (and in those 3 little italic words lie most of the aforementioned juiciness). and seriously, stay tuned for all that stuff, because it’s all fabulous. well it will be. really.

why am i telling you all of this? i am not sure. for filler i guess. i am just in transition like the season. and so is this blog.  because just like going to the gym, i  feel an obligation to write, but not really the desire. sigh. stick with me though, i will perk up again soon. i always do. until then there is vodka and my g-spot

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