School started on Monday for Batman, Spiderman, and ME! Batman got dropped off first. He actually did AWESOME being that he is at a new school this year. Walked right in like he owned the place (he gets that from his dad) and it was plain easy peasy. I thought to myself as I was leaving "Aaaaaah, four is the best age!"......Here is Batman on his first day:
So, then it was time to drop Spiderman off. Being that he is two and this is his first time going to school I knew there would be some crying. BUT, he did a few days of summer camp a couple weeks ago and got a lot of crying out then.....so maybe not? Ends up he was really excited. No tears at all, easy peasy. Here is Spiderman on his first day:
I went back home to do some quick chores (Cinderelly Cinderelly night and day its Cinderelly!) and let the dog out. Instead, I spent my time bathing the dog because she decided to roll in opossum poop like she was making a snow angel as soon as I let her out. I picked the boys up at noon and got good reports from their teachers. The afternoon rolls around, and as the Professor walks in from work we high five and I high tail it out the door to MY first day of the semester. Yippy Skippy. On the way I get a phone call.....the caller ID says HOME. Can't be good. I've only been gone 8 minutes. So, I answer and the Professor says to me: "Babe, Batman started melting because he wanted you to serve his dinner and not me. So now Spiderman is melting. They are both in their rooms crying, what do I do?".......OY freakin' VEY. I talk to Batman on the phone and iron it all out with him.....let him know to make sure to remind Daddy to check on those tater-tots I had put in the oven before I left (it was a best-I-could-do kind of dinner day), and to please help to calm your brother down. I also was made to PROMISE that when I did get home I would come into his room and kiss him three times and squeeze him tight. Alrighty, can I get to class now and focus on Statistics? Right.
Fast forward to Tuesday morning - my class *that I just attended the night before* was dropped - I can't get anywhere on the internet, so I end up taking two tired kids at nap time to the college to fix this. TOO BAD they tell me I can wait to speak to a counselor (SURE! CAN YOU WATCH THESE TWO HOODLUMS WHILE I WAIT FOUR HOURS?) because they don't have the power to override this glitch. Great. So I literally tell this gal that I'm surely not waiting here and I'd appreciate if she'd QUICKLY lay out all of my other options. Thanks. Waste of my time, my gas, just whatever! Don't forget I could NOT have called the college because they have their voice message on a loop that no matter which "number" you press just says the same exact thing over and over. Anyhow, I will spare you the details of the rest. It got worked out by Thursday. Oh wait, did I mention that while Batman was at school on this morning I got to clean up poop again? This time from Spiderman and not the dog. But poop is poop. He didn't want to let his poop come out, but realized it was coming anyways.......a little too quickly. And well, ya know. So I had to scrub the toilet, the floor, him, and then the bathtub after scrubbing him (lucky for me the whole incident happened in the bathroom). I swear I should get an award at some point for being the most sanitary and for cleaning poop the proper way. Is there an award for that?
Oh MY Gawd and that brings me to the Cops episode. At some point during this week I saw an episode of cops that made me cry. This lady has her two kids (two boys, my kids ages) and a drunk ass boyfriend who is being crazy. But as the show is progressing I keep asking Brad what in the hell is behind that sheet???? It was so weird. I mean a sheet hanging up and lights behind it. Growing drugs??? He says to me that its the kitchen and that maybe she put a sheet up because her kids sleep on the couch or something and she wants to block the light. He's definitely the optimistic one in our relationship. Well, I'm a mom and I'm thinking "I could never cook and do stuff in my kitchen and NOT be able to see my kids".....too bad those cops pull the sheet away and it was worse than any episode of hoarders you've ever seen behind there. Awful. Sickening. Tears immediately from me. Bugs and just disgustingness everywhere. Piles. So of course they tell her she has 24 hours to clean it up or they take the kids. Either way, it made me sad, sick, want to clean right that minute, and crave the smell of bleach all at once. Ugh.
I realize this is turning into a long and crazy post. Do you think I need a vacation?
I've decided to break this crazy week up so that you have time to get a snack and maybe even a beer for the next round.
The best part is that it is FRIDAY today and we can relax tomorrow! And if there is any poop to clean up tomorrow, well, dammit I'm still gonna be the one to clean it! But at least my partner in crime will be home to give me words of encouragement and give me an idea of what to make for dinner.
Stay tuned for Part Dos.
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