Bad Day

There is a poster I've seen somewhere that says, "When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."

That's crap.

 I think when you've come to the end of your rope you should acknowledge it.  Say, "I'm done." Then you should let go and hope to fall into a vat of chocolate.  Indulge and wallow a bit. Then climb out.  Grab your fuzzy pajamas and a wine (alternatively you could fall into a vat of wine and then grab chocolate). Then I think you should be able to say "I had a crappy day.  I'm not doing anymore today.  I'm not hanging on to be brave or to save face.  I am just done.  Tomorrow I will attempt to climb the rope again.  But I'm not just hangin' in there anymore."

And I think you should not feel guilty about that attitude or the indulgences.

That's what I think.

I'm done.

Declaration

I am making a declaration.  I am making it loudly (hence the capital letters).  I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY DISLIKE (even DESPISE) MAKING LUNCHES.

This is the second evening I have made lunches this school year, and I figure if Boy can declare today that he is "sick of sandwiches" then I can declare my displeasure at making and packing lunches.

There are too many rules to lunches.  Some are school imposed -- no nuts (as an aside, I find those newletter notices and signs on the doors "Nut Free Zone" pretty funny.  In my experience there are plenty of nuts, students and teachers alike, in most schools....), litter free, healthy foods first, enough for 2 nutrition breaks, etc.  The kid imposed rules add to my stress, "I don't like mustard on my ham, only butter."  "I only like mustard with summer sausage."  "I had an apple yesterday." yadda yadda yadda.

I get why some parents at my school pack horrific-ly unhealthy lunches.  You can just grab a handful of pre-wrapped crap and throw it in a bag.  I carry too much guilt.  I try really hard to cover the food groups and meet the requests, but dang-it I don't enjoy one minute of the process.

There, declaration made.\
No relief in sight, but I've sent my issue to the universe.  Now I shall wait for the lunch-making fairy to appear and make me happy.

Just sayin'

This represents about 2/3 of the line of  "coloureds" that I hung out yesterday. 
I do a load of laundry a day, roughly, so this is less than a week's worth hanging from my clothesline.
If you look closely you will see that of the 23 pieces of laundry, 17 belong to the Girl.  That ratio seems off to me....
Didn't, apparently, seem odd to her, but I can't fathom how a person can dirty 17 pieces of clothing in 4-5 days. 

In her defence, I must say, that had the load been a load of whites there would have been nothing representing the Girl on the line.  Since the great spaghetti disaster of 2007 she's been banned from the whites club.

The whites club consists of DH and the Boy.  Their work t-shirts are all white.  You see, their logic is that.....  Well, I don't know what the logic is.  Grease shows up better on white, perhaps? 

Laundry is the bane of my existance.....

politically correct

I've had some issues in recent weeks with some bullying on the playground. The teacher and I have been dealing with both the "victims" and the "bullies". We've been doing quite a bit of reading on the issue to see how we can get everyone past this.
One of the most shocking things I've learned is that recent literature does not refer to "bullies" but rather to "children who are relationally-challenged." Relationally-challenged -- are you kidding me? We've reached the point in society that even those who go out of their way to hurt and to damage others need to be referred to in a politically correct way, so not to alter their self-esteem.
Incidentally -- It used to be assumed that those who bully did so because they lacked self-esteem. Recent research indicates that most often that is not true -- bullies exude self-confidence.
So who comes up with these terms -- and for what end?
Mean is mean. A bully is a bully. Kids get that -- too bad over-educated adults don't....