I have GOT to start writing more often.
My mood has been pretty upbeat lately, I think. I find that I live in the now. When I'm in a good mood, I don't really acknowledge ever being in a bad one; and vice versa.
This past Monday was the last day of my Foundations in Biological Psychology class. That class kicked my ass. It wasn't difficult and there wasn't too much work. It was interesting material. I'm just really tired. The statistics class before this one is where the trouble started. I got behind in that class and ended up not even turning in my last assignment, allowing myself to get a 'C' which is unheard of for me. Then when BioPsych started, I was still in a funk and I got behind in there too. The only assignments that I turned in on time were the 3 team assignments. All of my individual ones were late, which caused deductions in scores, which causes a lower grade than I like, but I deserve it. I haven't gotten my final grade for that one yet, but I know the highest it can be is a high 'B'. I have become quite the slacker! My next class is Cognitive Psych. I am going to really really really try to do better in here. I'll have a new instructor. Kellye Somethingorother. We'll see how that goes.
The chirrens start school this Monday. We had to go meet their teachers and I had about 6 pages of shit, front and back, to fill out for each of them. They both seemed nice, but they're supposed to. Jacob's 1st grade teacher, Mrs. Jones, seemed nice at first too. She turned out to be a complete bitch. She would send notes home every day saying that Jacob had done something else wrong. He was constantly misbehaving. So William wrote her a note back saying to send him directly to the principal's office for a paddling for every offense. She continued to send notes home, but never sent Jacob for a paddling so William wrote her back and told her that if she wasn't going to send Jacob to the principal like he suggested, then he didn't want to hear about all the acting up Jacob was doing. Her response was that if she sent him for a paddling every time, then he'd get paddled several times a day. THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT, LADY!!! If he realizes that he'll get his ass busted any time he acts out, then he won't act out. This argument went on for the better part of the school year. Mrs. Wilson, his 2nd grade teacher, was much better. She was very patient and softspoken, but eventually Jacob got the better of her and we had a conference. That was when we decided to take him to be evaluated and explore the possibility of medication, which turned out to be a fabulous idea. William and I were both soooo against that for the longest time. It has really helped though. Mrs. Wilson said that the first day Jacob walked in her classroom after starting his meds, he was like a completely different kid. He was paying attention, not bothering other students, participating in class, and following the rules. I must admit that being around him when he's missed a dose can be...difficult. Hopefully he'll get through this year without getting in much trouble. Last year he was suspended once and suspended from the bus several times. Jacob's my genius child and Baileigh's my angel child. Well, not angel, but not horrible either. She never got in trouble last year. She was sick a lot though. I think this year will be better.
Bai has an appointment tomorrow morning at Vanderbilt's Asthma and Allergy Clinic. Maybe we can figure out exactly what causes her flare ups and do a better job at preventing them. I have gotten a lot better at noticing symptoms earlier. We've been able to keep tabs on it before it gets too bad. Her last little episode was on July 4th and it wasn't really bad. She was mostly faking, which she has started doing for some reason. Attention probably. I'm smarter than she is though. I have a stethoscope. I know if she's really wheezing or just panting like she can't breathe. We've told her over and over not to fake that. I told her the story of the little boy who cried wolf and explained to her what it meant. I told her that if she keeps doing that then one day she'll really be very sick and we won't believe her because she lies about it so much. She hasn't done it anymore since, but then it's only been a month.
Work is work. It's ok. I'm still not loving it, but it is getting more tolerable every week. Lorenzo is trying to teach me Espanol. So far, besides counting to 10, I can say "I don't know," "large," "medium," "a little bit," and "Lorenzo is my friend." Those are all pretty obvious ones that most people know anyway. I really want a Spanish for Dummies book. I used to see those books everywhere. Math for Dummies, Cars for Dummies, Painting for Dummies, you name it...Dummies could do it. I haven't seen a ...for Dummies book in forever. Of course I haven't been to a bookstore in forever either. That's one of my favorite pasttimes. Hanging out at Books-A-Million, like the dork that I am.
Speaking of me being a dork...Harry Potter was awesome. The move. Not the experience. That was horrible. The line to get in stretched twice around the equator and then they let me skip most of it since my ticket was the first showing, but then when I called Nikki and Heather and told them to come on up to the front because they were letting early shows in first, they wouldn't let them in so I sat in the theater for 6 hours by myself while they waited in line. Then, because they didn't let the rest of the early shoes in first and people were still wrapped around the building, they had to wait until everyone got in before they started the movie. So whether you had the 12:01 show or the 12:45 show, they all started at the same time, which was 2 hours late. Of course I'm exaggerating a little bit, but that's what it felt like to me. I was more than a week late starting my period so my hormones were completely out of control and I was a mess. After I laid across the seats I was saving for Nic and Heather and cried until they came in, we watched the movie, which was most awesome. Then, the dumb fucks had 2 of the 3 exits from the parking lot blocked and were directing traffic from 3 directions out one exit. I was so ill. I got out of the car and went to bitch at the manager of the theater. I raised hell until the cops converged on us and then I left the building ranting and raving at the top of my voice, using every bit of profanity instilled in me. When I got back to the car, I couldn't stop fuming so I took off walking. By this time I had pissed Nikki and Heather off with my outrageous attitude and they reluctantly picked me up when they finally got out of the damn parking lot. I swore off Hollywood 27 that night. I will never, under and circumstances, return to that god-awful excuse for a movie theater. I MISS YOU, OPRY MILLS! It's pretty fucked up that THE MOVIE I've waited 6 years to see, the most awesome of the HPs, is overshadowed by the horrid experience I had that night.
Jacob's birthday is in 18 days. We're having the party in 16. I have 2 weeks to plan. This sucks. Actually, the planning is not what sucks. I already know pretty much what I want to do. I just don't have any money. I made a budget for the rest of the year, with every cent accounted for. However, my stupid ass forgot about the b-day party so I didn't factor that in. I would ask William to help, but he got ALL of their school supplies and clothes so that wouldn't be fair. I'll have to re-do my budget. No biggie.
Well it's nearing 7pm and I need to get off my lazy ass (I don't really believe I'm lazy. If I was lazy, I'd have more time to write.) and go get dinner. Until I find the time again....
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