Some moms are great. They get up early, run, shower, get pertied up, fix breakfast, lunch, dinner; all before their little angel poopers can wipe the eye boogers on mommy's shoulder.
Those kind of moms would have researched, applied, and won the charter school lottery the moment they knew which school district their brilliant 8 year old would be residing in (I'm trying to use better grammar ... that last oopsie was a dangling participle; knowing the problem is half the battle).
I don't feel too bad that it's already September 7th and I'm just now looking up the phone number of the closest elementary school to see if Crichton is supposed to go there and what they need from me to get him in. I did make poor Cri go to school all summer long at the Montessori school I was working at back in Utah (2,008 miles away when you take the scenic route through Phoenix, AZ and Roswell, NM). Plus, that school looks a little sketchy ... probably the less days he attends, the less times I have to remind him that while I am not offended by the H-, D-, or most B-words, the M-F-word does bother me a little.
Less blogging and more enrolling.
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More blogging and less enrolling! Take a year off, that's about how long it will take for Child Protective Services to smack you with a trauncy charge:)
Hi Mrs. B Roth.
I was actually wondering how did you get your spreadshirt shop to show up in your sidebar? i can't seem to get it.
Thanks so much!
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Yeah, Mr. Jason likes to think about censoring me on occasion, but I think he kind of knows I'll censor him right back, and they're things he really doesn't want to live without.
And you are an awesome mom.
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