Lite Blogging

Sorry about yesterday. I meant to blog when I got home, in fact, I even had a topic, but I forgot all about posting after I found out that my son has had four write ups in school. The last one was for not getting parent signatures on the previous three write ups. Great.

So I spent an hour with my husband and son, nodding and supporting my husband and trying not to get hysterical at the thought of my son acting up in class and bringing shame to the family. In fact, I learned how to act hysterical from one of the best hysterical people ever -- my mom.

Now I know we complain about how we end up becoming just like our moms, but try to understand how hard it was for me not to say, "How could you do this to us? You lied to us because I ask you daily how it went at school and if I have to sign anything. All my friends think you're a great kid, but you're getting written up. Now the teacher wants a conference and I have to take time off work and tell my boss that I need to meet with my son's teacher for a conference. Everyone's going to think you're doing poorly in your work or misbehaving. I can't afford to lose work. I need to be there. I seem to be asking for time off all the time. I need to save that time for emergencies. What's next? Are you going to call me from jail? Because I'm not going to bail you out so don't even bother calling me."

That's basically what my mom told my sister like once a month. I was the good middle child. I would get in trouble, but because I was such a good student, nobody ever told my parents. Weird. I got in fights with boys when we had substitute teachers. I was a bully. I talked back to teachers. I talked too much in class. I was a smart alec. I used to get Cs in conduct all the time. (Thanks for reminding me Jensational!)

I was finally able to control my temper, but not my mouth. That's probably why I've never been promoted. (OK, I did get promoted at the pharmacy, but that's just because I took a test.) Can you understand why I'm unsure of how to handle my son? The neurotic bit worked on me via my sister, but as I said, I still can't keep my mouth shut.

What to do? What to do? What to do? For now I'll just nod and agree with whatever R says. That way when Dan'l starts therapy, he can blame R.