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Month: November 2005

Now what? Updates and such

Now what? Updates and such

Way to leave you hanging, right.  Tell you to come back and I will tell you what has happened and then I never do.  I’m sorry.  You see, I have wanted nothing to do with my computer this week.  She and I are in a love/hate relationship right now.  She delivered an email to me first thing Monday that was unexpected and made me want nothing more to do with email, blogging or writing.  Hissy fit?  Absolutely.  Over reacting?  For certain.  Feeling better because I know I am being ridiculous?  Uhhh, not so much.  But you all have been great with the emails and checking on us, that I wanted to make sure I updated you.

So, lean in and I will share you with what happened with my son.  Ready?  Nothing.  Okay, that really isn’t true.  I can say that my son and this boy are no longer in the same class.  That is the extent of what happened through the school.  And the only reason I know that is because the kids know that.  (Before I go on let me tell you emphatically that my son’s teacher would move heaven and Earth to ensure my son is safe and is in the best possible environment.  Policies tie her hands.  I love this woman and would never have made it through this year without her. Just wanted that much to be clear…because I am strange that way!) So, anyway, one of the first things I did was try to find out if I was over-reacting to this situation.  I don’t think there are a lot of mothers who would blow this off with a wave of the hand. But I had to make sure by gaging my reactions to those who know me and know my son.  It was pretty clear that we should not take this lying down.  I did everything I could to find out what was going on within the school.  But thanks for the privacy laws, all I know is that “it will be handled.” Why doesn’t this give me comfort.  (Sidenote:  If you know me in real life and are concerned about this.  Feel free to contact me and I will tell you exactly who I am talking about.  They may have privacy laws, but I don’t.  If no one else can let other parents know about this, I certainly can.)

The school mentioned that it was “certainly my prerogative to call the police” if I felt I needed to.  You think?  Of course I called.  The first officer I spoke to treated me like I was an over reacting mother whose son got his lunch money stolen on the playground.  He continually made comments like “He’s how young?” and “So, it wasn’t a direct threat to your son?” Because apparently, unless you are “of age” you are incapable of violence or bad choices.  (Keg party kiddos!) AND it appears that a child can threaten anyone he wants in any way he wants as long as he says it to a teacher, principal or some other adult in authority.  These are good things to know, kiddos.  No accountability!  Nothing to keep you in line unless you are “of age”!  He also had the audacity to suggest I just “back off and let the school handle this”. 

I kept my son home from school the next day. I went back up to the school and pushed some more. Again, to no avail.  Monday, I was assured there would not be a problem.  That is all I could be told.  I sent him to school.  It was the longest day of my life.  I talked to a new police officer who was actually helpful and had some good advice.  He took me seriously.  He also connected me with a youth officer and then an officer who specializes in threats and threats of violence against persons.  They were nice enough, but still had their hands tied as far as helping goes.

It looks like the bottom line is this:  No one can or will tell me anything.  This boy is still attending the same school.  People will always shock and amaze you when you tell them things like this.

I am honestly not sure which reaction bothered me the most:  The people who blew it off and treated me like I was a freak to over react or the people who are normally calm and went off about this.  I mean on one hand, I was appalled by the people– especially the ones with children– who acting like I was losing my mind by taking this seriously.  I suppose until you fear for your own child and his safety, you just don’t get it.  Then again, when the people I depend on to reign me in when I go off on some tangent or start shooting off at the mouth about something I really need to stay quiet about, when they start telling me that I am not taking it seriously enough, that sets me on edge.  They are supposed to be telling me I am mental for what I was thinking.  Not agree with me.

For now, I have no options short of taking him out of that school.  And then he gets punished.  He gets removed from his friends and his teacher.  Or I wait it out and wait for this to either blow over until this kid pops off again at another adult and they have more to go on.  Great choices, huh.  Wanna live my life for a day?  I know others have it worse.  I am not denying that.  But honestly, I am really tired of my life right now.

Jenny, however, swears there is a winning lottery ticket in my near future.  The odds just insist that must be true!

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It’s a Boy! (a week past its due date!)

It’s a Boy! (a week past its due date!)

(My apologies to Andi Buchanan.  This was to post last week and with the server change over (did I mention there would be a server change?) I was seeing this as posted but no one else was.)

I was sent the book It’s a Boy! a while back.  During the chaos of my personal life.  I carried it around with me to have something to read while sitting in the many waiting rooms, hospital rooms and traffic jams.  (What?  You don’t read when stuck in hours of traffic?  What do you do?  Pick your nose?  Because I totally saw you on the freeway the other day.)

This book was thoroughly enjoyable!  I lived 7 years of being mom to just boys.  I loved it!  It was all I wanted.  In fact, I could not imagine a life as a mom to girls. 

It’s a Boy: Women Writers on Raising Sons, edited by Andrea J. Buchanan, features 30 essays exploring “boy-ness” and the mother-son relationship. Taking on topics from aggression (“The Bully’s Mother”) to mothering a teenaged boy (“Shapeshifter”) to wishing for a daughter but getting a son (“Breaking the Curse”), the stories in IT’S A BOY reflect the ways women have found the particular experience of mothering boys to be different, but no less satisfying, than mothering girls. Featuring contributors Stephany Aulenback, Karen Bender, Kathryn Black, Robin Bradford, Gayle Brandeis, Faulkner Fox, Katie Allison Granju, Ona Gritz, Gwendolen Gross, Melanie Lynn Hauser, Marrit Ingman, Susan Ito, Suzanne Kamata, Katie Kaput, Jennifer Lauck, Caroline Leavitt, Jody Mace, Jennifer Margulis, Jacquelyn Mitchard, Catherine Newman, Sue O’Doherty, Marjorie Osterhout, Jamie Pearson, Lisa Peet, Jodi Picoult, Maura Rhodes, Rochelle Shapiro, Kate Staples, and Marion Winik.

I “met” Andrea a while back when I first started to blog.  She was so very helpful when I was asking her for help with the business (and busy-ness) of the writing life.  She was willing to help answer my questions. (My many, many questions!) So, I was more than happy to help her out when she asked people to help promote and share information about her newest book It’s a Boy! More than once as I was reading this book I found myself nodding my head in recognition.

Want to hear more about it? 

Check out this interview with Andi

Here is the information about her book blog tour.  (And how cool is this idea?  I am so going to have to steal borrow from her.

Are you hooked yet?  You should be!  But just in case you are not, read the introduction (Just an fyi, it is pdf file.)

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Talking about instinct and protection at DotMoms

Talking about instinct and protection at DotMoms

Although I have actually been out of town, through the wow-ness that is the Internet, I posted over at DotMoms this weekend.  We had a really serious situation develop right before our Thanksgiving break.  Go read about a mother’s deep, primal need to protect and then come back here later and I will update you on all that I have been doing to fix things.

I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving.  Remember only shut-the-hell-up 20-something more days to fight the malls, race to the toy store and lose those extra 10 pounds for the holiday photos! 

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In the name of love…click on in the name of love!

In the name of love…click on in the name of love!

Awwww, don’t these two look like they are really in love?  I mean, check out how sweet and adorable they are.  So, who are they and why am I posting this picture?  I would love to tell you, but shhhhh it is a secret.  (You can get a hint by scrolling over the picture and seeing what it says!)

I want to tell you more, but you’ll just have to get your dose of Scheiss for the week. Maybe she will spill the beans.  But you’re not getting anything out of me!

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Is it tomorrow yet’?

Is it tomorrow yet’?

Today is a fun day over at Mommybloggers! We have the one…the only…Busy Mom serving up the snark with us. She is so much fun to be around. We are thinking of locking her in our basement. Only we don’t have one. So, she is off the hook.

Today was Gabrie’s Thanksgiving Feast at school. Which is why there is no content here. Well, that is part of the reason. The real reason is because–and I hope you are sitting down because it is really probably I am sure considered to be a backsliding situation for my entire PTA status– but all I know is that as soon as I dropped off Gabrie at her school, I was sucked in the black-hole that is the PTA of Stepford.  It started with one of my very dearest friends (who happens to be a Stepford in Denial) asking if I could help her. Normally I would fake phone troubles or hurl myself to the ground seizing and drooling until it scared her off. But she doesn’t scare easily and knows all of my stunts to get out of all things PTA. Besides, she said the magic phrase: I am SO quitting PTA this year.

Welcome to the Dark Side, sweetie.  The Force is strong within you.

And with that Big PTA Fun and the feast, my day was sucked away from me. Because once the kids get home, to even entertain the idea of gaining access to my computer or being able to maintain a thought through the chaos is a lesson in futility!

So, if you need fun, go over to Mommybloggers and share your love for Busy Mom and be the first to get tickets to Busy Mom and theBloggers kick off tour!

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Mommy Needs Coffee and a few t-shirts

Mommy Needs Coffee and a few t-shirts

Look what I got for my birthday!  I have wanted to have something like this for a while, but just never did it .  Now, I am official.  I must be.  There is an official t-shirt.  That makes someone official, doesn’t it?  I’ll have to look that up.

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It even has this on the back. There is a story behind it, but let’s just keep it as self-explanatory.  I am having a lot of fun with it.  And surprisingly enough, there are a lot more people out there who get it than I thought.  The strangest was when I wore it to a bookstore and someway noticed it and said, “I read her!  Do you know her.” I didn’t even deny knowing her.  Not at all.  But I did tell him she was a lot more stable then she appeared on her blog and then maniacially giggled.  It was not the best time for my son to come pipe up with “It’s her blog you know.  She is the mommy who needs coffee.”

Apparently the gentleman realized he immediately had an appointment as he suddenly raced off towards to checkout.  I am sure he must’ve remembered an important meeting.  Surely, my crazy wasn’t that scary! 

The way I see it, they’ve been warned! 

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