It is pitty party time!

I think I am going to have to have one. If everyone else around me gets to have them then it isn't fair that I don't get one!

I HATE school mornings. I just hate them!!! There is always the homework that suddenly pops up that the kids swore they had done when they were playing the computer the night before. They seem to not consider studying for spelling and vocab to actually be homework. That is something that mom is suppose to do with you five minutes before they are required to be at the bus stop while you are fighting the others to actually get their shoes and coats on and go to school, but getting a lecture on how you never do stuff for them.

Ashlee has decided that she just doesn't want to go to school anymore. Especially if Seth gets to stay home. It doesn't matter whether she is sick or not, if anyone else gets to stay home then she shouldn't be made to go to school. That is really what she thinks. Therefore, since I made her go to school today then I love EVERYONE more that her and ESPECIALLY Seth because he is once again home sick. She wouldn't take her medicine, she threw her inhaler on the floor. She threw the neighbor kids monster truck at my new console table and dented it. She threw all the crap from her book bag all over the floor and she left the house saying how much she hated me and how she was going to tell her teacher what a crappy mom I was. It was loverly!! I watched her stomp down to the bus stop and tried not to cry. It wouldn't be that bad if we had these mornings like once every three months or something, but she was doing it before she got out of school for Christmas break and she has done it EVERY single day this week. I think I may have to retire the morning shifts!
Then once I get them on the bus I go and read the calendar which says that Emily has an assembly that she is suppose to be at at 8:30 in the gym. That is 25 minutes before school even starts (and like 1 minute from when I saw the note) so I am thinking it is a typo, but I try to call the school and nobody answers. I take a shower and call the school again when I get out... and sure enough they now have the Honor roll presentations done before school so that more parents can make it and it was just ending as I called. I rushed down there knowing that Emmy was going to be having a little fit when I got there. The poor kid lately has been doing so well, but all my time is spent fighting with the one before her and the one after her I can see how she would already be feeling like she is a lone wolf... and then to miss her Honor roll presentation... and not only me... but make her miss it by putting her on the bus.... I got in the car and drove to the school with my hair barley done and my makeup not on. I found her trying not to cry as she walked to a room with the principle to get her picture taken. I snapped a couple of shots and gave her a hug. I feel like such a terrible mom!! She seemed forgiving, but I feel like she shouldn't have to be.

My GE stuff didn't come and so the GE man couldn't come out and fix my oven. It still works thank goodness, but it is just frustrating that it keeps breaking. It is less than a year old which in some ways is good because it is covered under warranty, but in other ways I fear I got a lemon. It keeps doing this and the GE man just keeps replacing the same parts. It isn't looking good for me.

Seth is now 1-4 in his attempting school this week. His test results came back negative, meaning he is all fine and dandy in that department. The doctor said it does look like he has a virus that is going around and for him to just take it easy. I for one, was happy his test results came back the way they did. He, on the other hand, had another break down last night about how horrible his life was. Cried for a good two hours. He thinks the doctor is out to get him because he KNOWS he is a diabetic and he thinks the doctor just didn't test his blood for that. He wants me to call him back and make sure that he did just to be positive. (Could you imagine my life if I had to get him to put a shot in his leg three times a day??? I can't even get him to swallow a pill!) He is also sick of his spelling buddy, his teacher, James, Emmy, Ashlee, Nate, and I told him he had left me out and so he told me everything I do wrong too... which is good... I mean I wouldn't want to feel left out or anything.

Well I told him he needed to start focusing on the positive and not on all the negative, so I am thinking I should take my own advice and count my many blessings and not just all the things I seem to screw up. Seems harder that it sounds.
Well... the pity party was a blast. Hope you all had fun reading it! Now off to laundry, the never ending job of the century.