I feel random.
I have to cook half the night and get up early to finish cookin.
And that’s after workee workee and takin the girls back-to-school clothes shopping and grocery shopping. I amaze myself, I really do.
You guys, I finished that project at work and Mentor brought me eight other sections and said, “Here, work on This.” I’ve never done This before. This is a lot of work. And can I just say, This used to come in boxes and now This is all in tidy lil lectronic files? Isn’t that nice? I tell ya, a girl can keep her manicure in the digital age.
We had to do parent school things three days this week. We both have two to do next week. What the fuck is that about? In the midst of that, there was an evening parent meeting.
The Mister’s response to the mandatory parent meeting was, “Mandatory. Fuck that. Ain’t fuckin me, feedin me, or payin my bills, so you don’t mandate shit.”
I didn’t share his sentiments exactly, but we do pay lots of money, we do drive to the things, sometimes we even drive and feed other people’s children, AND we do above and beyond the ‘required’ volunteering hours.
We’re invested. Okay, so sometimes he paces the lobby while I lie on the floor, but sometimes the things last a REALLY long time.
We’re experienced parents, which means We’re tired and intolerant of your bullshit meetings. Send that bullshit in an email. We love our kids, they’re the best. You’re lucky to have their brilliance and talent at your school, but we don’t demand you come here and listen to us talk about it. You’re welcome.
No. We did not go.
So that’s it, that’s the random burst of my brain.
Okay, off to chop and slice.
First, though, we pour the Riesling and turn on the music.
Happy Weekend Everyone!