The Long and Short of It
Today's post is chock full of sugar and spice and all things nice.
Not.
Except for, maybe, the part about Mr. Handsome having spent many long hours preparing a big and really important workshop he is holding at the same moment as you read this sentence, and about how wonderful it is that Mr. Handsome is all happy and joyful that his workshop planning has all come together quite well, and he's not even all that nervous about presenting. Because Mr. Handsome works very very hard, and is a perfectionist, and it sure is damn nice if once in a blue moon everything comes together solidly for him and works out all tickety boo like that.
That, and the fact that Mr. Handsome gave yours truly the go-ahead to buy a new dishwasher without any worries about what Mr. Handsome might want or think about said chosen dishwasher. Let me just tell you that this just does not happen.
Oh, and the fact that my interview on Monday went quite well, thank you to everyone who sent me good wishes and vibes and happy rainbow unicorn thoughts. I should know in a couple of weeks whether I am one of The Chosen Ones. I had three librarians face me across a wide table and ask me questions that, surprisingly, I answered without too much of a problem. And, the best part was, I didn't have to run out of the room in the middle of the interview and rush to the toilet to have a Number 7, if you know what I mean, because lo and behold! I am still suffering with the Intestinal Cramping and the Shats, which is now also turning into the Pukes.
And then! Then, I went to the plumbing store with my very dead bathroom faucet, because the plumber (who came to our home on Friday and spent over two hours dealing with our numerous pipe issues) told me to. He told me to tell the plumbing store guy that the faucet's guts (that's what he said, the guts) were dead, and would they be able to replace it, or perhaps replace the entire faucet since it's a Grohe and apparently that company is nice like that. So, I told the plumbing store guy exactly that, and this guy gets on the phone to a Grohe representative, and you know what guys?! They're replacing our faucet FOR FREE!! That's right! I didn't even have to provide a proof of purchase! And as I walked out of the store, I asked myself what is this world coming to, that all these strangely wonderful, pleasant things could actually be happening to ME!
But all that came crashing down to a quick, violent and fiery death when firstly, Em comes home with a gash on the back of her head, her hair all matted with blood, and tells me her friend's tooth went into Em's skull during gym class, and the teacher ignored Em as she stood there, bleeding and almost passing out in class! What.The.Hell? Em's okay, and the cut isn't all that huge, but she did bleed, and she had a bad headache, and --- I still can't get over the fact that the teacher ignored her. And, to put a funny twist on it, which I apparently tend to do, they were in the midst of learning first aid. Go figure.
And then, Dee came home from school, all pouty, which is actually more the norm than not these days, if truth be told. Lately, he's been complaining about a boy in his class who's been giving him a hard time. And I was all Oh no, not this again, because, as you will see here , here, and here, we went through this last year with another boy, and it was not fun. We even had to get the Po Po involved, and you know I don't do that unless it's absolutely necessary. So, now I have to call the school and meet with the principal and the teachers and get this all straightened out because if there's one thing I can't stand, it's having some little punk pick on my son. And, while we're on the subject, I'd just like to know why my son seems to be a target? Is this normal? I have no idea. All I know is I want to keep my son home from school until he can grow a beard.
I'm hoping today is a better day for everyone mentioned, except perhaps Mr. Handsome, because if his day were any better, he'd be pooping rainbows out his butt.
Not.
Except for, maybe, the part about Mr. Handsome having spent many long hours preparing a big and really important workshop he is holding at the same moment as you read this sentence, and about how wonderful it is that Mr. Handsome is all happy and joyful that his workshop planning has all come together quite well, and he's not even all that nervous about presenting. Because Mr. Handsome works very very hard, and is a perfectionist, and it sure is damn nice if once in a blue moon everything comes together solidly for him and works out all tickety boo like that.
That, and the fact that Mr. Handsome gave yours truly the go-ahead to buy a new dishwasher without any worries about what Mr. Handsome might want or think about said chosen dishwasher. Let me just tell you that this just does not happen.
Oh, and the fact that my interview on Monday went quite well, thank you to everyone who sent me good wishes and vibes and happy rainbow unicorn thoughts. I should know in a couple of weeks whether I am one of The Chosen Ones. I had three librarians face me across a wide table and ask me questions that, surprisingly, I answered without too much of a problem. And, the best part was, I didn't have to run out of the room in the middle of the interview and rush to the toilet to have a Number 7, if you know what I mean, because lo and behold! I am still suffering with the Intestinal Cramping and the Shats, which is now also turning into the Pukes.
And then! Then, I went to the plumbing store with my very dead bathroom faucet, because the plumber (who came to our home on Friday and spent over two hours dealing with our numerous pipe issues) told me to. He told me to tell the plumbing store guy that the faucet's guts (that's what he said, the guts) were dead, and would they be able to replace it, or perhaps replace the entire faucet since it's a Grohe and apparently that company is nice like that. So, I told the plumbing store guy exactly that, and this guy gets on the phone to a Grohe representative, and you know what guys?! They're replacing our faucet FOR FREE!! That's right! I didn't even have to provide a proof of purchase! And as I walked out of the store, I asked myself what is this world coming to, that all these strangely wonderful, pleasant things could actually be happening to ME!
But all that came crashing down to a quick, violent and fiery death when firstly, Em comes home with a gash on the back of her head, her hair all matted with blood, and tells me her friend's tooth went into Em's skull during gym class, and the teacher ignored Em as she stood there, bleeding and almost passing out in class! What.The.Hell? Em's okay, and the cut isn't all that huge, but she did bleed, and she had a bad headache, and --- I still can't get over the fact that the teacher ignored her. And, to put a funny twist on it, which I apparently tend to do, they were in the midst of learning first aid. Go figure.
And then, Dee came home from school, all pouty, which is actually more the norm than not these days, if truth be told. Lately, he's been complaining about a boy in his class who's been giving him a hard time. And I was all Oh no, not this again, because, as you will see here , here, and here, we went through this last year with another boy, and it was not fun. We even had to get the Po Po involved, and you know I don't do that unless it's absolutely necessary. So, now I have to call the school and meet with the principal and the teachers and get this all straightened out because if there's one thing I can't stand, it's having some little punk pick on my son. And, while we're on the subject, I'd just like to know why my son seems to be a target? Is this normal? I have no idea. All I know is I want to keep my son home from school until he can grow a beard.
I'm hoping today is a better day for everyone mentioned, except perhaps Mr. Handsome, because if his day were any better, he'd be pooping rainbows out his butt.
Comments
Good job on the interview! Yay!
Yay new dishwasher!
Yay rainbow unicorns! ;)
You certainly do have a hetic life, but with children one must expect that, I take my hat off to you. Keep smiling.
Yvonne.
Boo #7.
Why don't you let Mr. Handsome handle the principal and teachers? I'm sure they'll be mesmerized by the rainbows shooting out of his rear and make it all better.
Ok, I'm better now. About that tooth from a human's mouth making a hole in Em's head. At the very least, it should have been washed with soap and a little neosporn put on it, because of the saliva!
That's what I'd be going to the principal and teachers about.
It does seem like some kids get picked on more than others. Don't know if there's such a thing as a guideline of where the teasing or picking on goes from kids being kids to bullying, or if even teasing is considered bullying. It's certainly hard to know what to do under any circumstance.
Poor Em.
Hope you feel better soon!