Dharmafrog

Last Week Of July

Last Monday started off with fraudulent charges on my debit card. Who would think I wouldn’t find 1400 dollars to a private power company in New Zealand suspicious? Criminals, go figure. Then the power goes out on us just as James leaves to go play cards with his nerdy pals. Thankfully it came back on just as Cameron asked if he could hold the flashlight for the zillionth time and Bryce said “I hope it comes back on soon” for the nine thousandth time, and Liam sighed and tisk-ed for the fifteen millionth time. Feeding them the quickest thing I could throw together, allowed me 2 hours of non stop pudding consumption, and realization that it was also Trinity (our kitty) a.k.a. The C.E.O’s 10th Birthday. I love her.

Last Tuesday I woke up to a giant poopy diaper. Thankfully it was not mine, but instead belonged to the last remaining unpotty trained boy. As I entered the dining room I discovered very quickly that Bryce had woken up with a large broken blood vessel in his eye. I have only seen one other broken blood vessel in my 300 31 years, which belonged to a member of the commune I lived in for two years. Yeesh. To make matters that much worse, Bryce had “no idea” how it happened. But the husband and I believe that it most definitely occurred while he and his older brother were doing Navy Seal combat training exercises upstairs on a daily unstoppable basis. Fortunately I was able to get an appointment at the Pediatrician’s, only for them to “discover” if you can even call it that, by pointing to various symbols rather than letters, hell-o the kid is eight! Any ways, Bryce needs his eyes checked by an optometrist, before I believe he has bad eye sight. After all he can see chocolate cake coming from a mile away, so forgive me if I don’t think your scientific method of pointing to an ankh symbol, is good enough.

Last Wednesday I was informed that since Liam will be a seventh grader, I repeat a seventh grader, he will need 2 new booster vaccinations by the 1st of August, which is also when the registration of my Notice of Intent to Home School was due. I had 3 days. So I turned to google who helped me find a page on TN.GOV that stated that public schools were allowing a grace period until October 1st, to submit a certificate of proof for the updated vaccines. Not to mention my kids are not “enrolled” or “attending” a public school. So I employed the best email writer known to man, and he ain’t cheap either, to help me draft up an email to the Home School Liaison, explaining the situation and informing her that I would be sending in my paper work the next day to avoid the late fees if mailed in after the 1st and would mail her this certificate at a later date. Oh yes! There are late fees!

Thursday and Friday were pretty quiet I guess. Except I heard thumping and pounding in my sons’ rooms, so I snuck up the stairs and found my 8 year old/wounded with a broken blood vessel son standing on Liam’s work desk about ready to jump, and “have no idea” how the latest injury occurred. I was so mad I whispered at them. They stayed on timeouts for 32 minutes without a single peep. I may have discovered some gold there. Don’t yell, whisper. It’s apparently scarier.

Saturday finally ended the week with new debit cards, refunds of the fraudulent charges, an appointment to get Liam’s vaccinations, and chocolate cake.

Yeah it was a bad week to try to stop swearing…