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Mason and I had a crap day on Friday. Well, mostly Mason, though I was mostly responsible for making his day such a bummer. First, we had scheduled his second H1n1 shot for 3:30 pm, so I had to come get him a little early. Turns out, coming early meant Mason had to miss out on "Friday Fun" (which is usually BINGO,) but Friday was SLEDDING... which they've never done before. He was a trouper and held back tears, but I felt really badly that he had to go get a shot instead of sledding with his class.
Then, there was a snafu with the gym teacher. They were doing jump roping for heart and I'd managed to lose the permission slip. We had turned in the pledge sheet on time, but the permission slip probably got recycled accidentally. Well, I spent a good part of my morning tracking down the gym teacher to see if I could get a new one. She assured me that if Mason had turned in a pledge sheet that would count. But I found out from Mason that his homeroom teacher didn't let him go. We only pledged the minimum so that Mason could jump, so I left an irrate message on Mason's homeroom teacher's voice mail demanding our money back. Once again, Mason was near tears (though he did enjoy art, which is where all the kids who weren't jump roping ended up.)
Also, since all this was happening at once, the awesome nurses at Mason's clinic overheard our hassle and found Mason a jump rope (probably meant for kids struggling with weight issues) and gave it to him for free. That was nice. Especially since he had to get poked.
We also all decided that to make up for all the hassle, we'd go out to Snuffy's -- a local greasy spoon-type, kid-friendly restaurant. We had malts. Things totally turned around.
The weekend was blissfully unhurried. We did almost nothing, except I worked furiously on the novel and Mason and Mama played video games, read, and napped. I'm happy to report I have only a couple more chapters to write, which I expect to finish today. Then I have some news articles to write... and then I get to type my favorite words, "THE END."
Hooray.
Today I am decidedly not in attendance at the school's African-American parent/parent involvement day. I feel guilty, but, having been at these in the past, I know for a fact that they're lame. Plus, I'm already plenty involved. I volunteer once a week. I tend to think these sorts of events are for parents who have never set foot in the school outside of "open house/orientation" day. Mason, of course, is bummed. He likes to have us there.
Hence the guilt.
Also I must report for my parents who are currently in southern Texas, it is snowing today. Great huge gobs of white stuff -- they're predicting 10 inches, which, of course, to a Minnesotan is chicken feed. But it's still a pain in the butt to shovel, so y'all can feel free to gloat.
Okay. I'm headed home to write now.
Then, there was a snafu with the gym teacher. They were doing jump roping for heart and I'd managed to lose the permission slip. We had turned in the pledge sheet on time, but the permission slip probably got recycled accidentally. Well, I spent a good part of my morning tracking down the gym teacher to see if I could get a new one. She assured me that if Mason had turned in a pledge sheet that would count. But I found out from Mason that his homeroom teacher didn't let him go. We only pledged the minimum so that Mason could jump, so I left an irrate message on Mason's homeroom teacher's voice mail demanding our money back. Once again, Mason was near tears (though he did enjoy art, which is where all the kids who weren't jump roping ended up.)
Also, since all this was happening at once, the awesome nurses at Mason's clinic overheard our hassle and found Mason a jump rope (probably meant for kids struggling with weight issues) and gave it to him for free. That was nice. Especially since he had to get poked.
We also all decided that to make up for all the hassle, we'd go out to Snuffy's -- a local greasy spoon-type, kid-friendly restaurant. We had malts. Things totally turned around.
The weekend was blissfully unhurried. We did almost nothing, except I worked furiously on the novel and Mason and Mama played video games, read, and napped. I'm happy to report I have only a couple more chapters to write, which I expect to finish today. Then I have some news articles to write... and then I get to type my favorite words, "THE END."
Hooray.
Today I am decidedly not in attendance at the school's African-American parent/parent involvement day. I feel guilty, but, having been at these in the past, I know for a fact that they're lame. Plus, I'm already plenty involved. I volunteer once a week. I tend to think these sorts of events are for parents who have never set foot in the school outside of "open house/orientation" day. Mason, of course, is bummed. He likes to have us there.
Hence the guilt.
Also I must report for my parents who are currently in southern Texas, it is snowing today. Great huge gobs of white stuff -- they're predicting 10 inches, which, of course, to a Minnesotan is chicken feed. But it's still a pain in the butt to shovel, so y'all can feel free to gloat.
Okay. I'm headed home to write now.