Gregory wants this Playmobil Pyramid more than anything in the world for Christmas. He saw it in his "wishing book" that came in the mail, and he is carrying around a tattered ad for it everywhere. He is even sleeping with it.
I'm sure this has nothing to do with the fact he has been in an actual pyramid all week.
When the kids asked why the light is coming out of the top of the pyramid, Jodie told them, "I left the light on in my hotel room."
We can see the Luxor light from our backyard, so from now until forever, they will think Jodie left her light on.
Okay, I have to admit to being a horrible mother this week. First, we just got back from Phoenix on Monday. The time changed and messed everything up. Then Jodie got here and I've been playing with her.
Two days in a row, we swam and swam and totally exhausted the kids, then the first day we fed them Little Caesar's pizza. Then the second day we fed them McDonald's in the car, because we were running so close to school starting and it was easier.
I have practically boot kicked them out of the car into class. I barely slowed down the second day to let them get out. I didn't ask them what they were doing in class AT ALL.
So even though I have been with them all day, every day, I have barely talked to them. There's been a lot of people around and a lot of stuff going on.
Yesterday, I finally had enough down time to talk to them and GET THIS. They were testing them this whole week.
Swear to God.
They were totally sleep-deprived. Nutritionally deprived. Gregory was so tired yesterday morning, HE CRIED ALL MORNING. Austin was so tired, he wouldn't even get out of the car. You saw him.
Amanda was eating red dye in the Halloween candy I didn't monitor, which makes her have ADHD.
So those were assessment tests to figure out what groups they go in by ability.
"They're going to put them in with the glue eaters now.", Jodie told me.
OH.MY.GOD.
Oh.....my.....God.
Okay, I have to admit to being a horrible mother this week. First, we just got back from Phoenix on Monday. The time changed and messed everything up. Then Jodie got here and I've been playing with her.
Two days in a row, we swam and swam and totally exhausted the kids, then the first day we fed them Little Caesar's pizza. Then the second day we fed them McDonald's in the car, because we were running so close to school starting and it was easier.
I have practically boot kicked them out of the car into class. I barely slowed down the second day to let them get out. I didn't ask them what they were doing in class AT ALL.
So even though I have been with them all day, every day, I have barely talked to them. There's been a lot of people around and a lot of stuff going on.
Yesterday, I finally had enough down time to talk to them and GET THIS. They were testing them this whole week.
Swear to God.
They were totally sleep-deprived. Nutritionally deprived. Gregory was so tired yesterday morning, HE CRIED ALL MORNING. Austin was so tired, he wouldn't even get out of the car. You saw him.
Amanda was eating red dye in the Halloween candy I didn't monitor, which makes her have ADHD.
So those were assessment tests to figure out what groups they go in by ability.
"They're going to put them in with the glue eaters now.", Jodie told me.
OH.MY.GOD.
Oh.....my.....God.
I ate glue in kindergarten and I'm almost certain it was because my mother ignored me.
7 comments:
I heard Barack Obama ate paste as a kid and look where he is.
Get them back in the groove between now and their SAT and college placement tests and then you can worry. For now let them hang with booger pickers and glue eaters it is fun for them. Diversity right?
All this talk about glue makes me want to try some... am I the only person who HASN'T eaten paste?
OMG Playmobil. Find a way to distract and not get that for Christmas. It has 10,000 million little parts that you PUT TOGETHER YOURSELF and then find all over the house for the next 257 years.
Ask me. We have the Playmobil house, garden center, airport, etc. etc. etc.
The stuff is amazing and wonderful and freaking horrible when you step on it in bare feet.
Man, I loved the taste of that sweet paste. Do they even make it anymore -- the kind in the jar with the little brush? Yum.
Look on the bright side: your kids can show a lot of "academic growth" between their first assessment and their second assessment.
Because I absolutely guarantee that there will be assessments again. Soon.
(At our school, they're moving kids up and down and all around in those ability groupings All The Time.)
ERIKA- we already have tons of Playmobil. Dude. It is why I wear shoes in bed.
Just waith until they are seniors and tank the testing on purpose. Then the principal catches you in the hallway and publicly chastises you for your child "making him look bad" with his poor test showing. Then you get mad at the principal for discussing your child, for any reason, outside the privacy of his office. Then the principal stays mad at you forever.
Hypothetically speaking of course, but just wait.
OMG! That is so how my week has been. I hate when that happens! I laugh and laugh at these posts...
mercy
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