Wednesday Colby's class had a field trip to the mall to see
Santa. Can you imagine what was going through Santa's mind when he looked up
and saw 6 special needs students coming towards him? Hope he had a flask tucked
up under that beard!
The rest of the week was so-so. Colby had a crappy day at
school Thursday. He wouldn't answer questions or cooperate at all with his eye
gaze. He frustrated the teacher, nurse and speech therapist. Then when he came
home, I was none too happy either. Had to put him in timeout, which I hate
doing. Damn, the kid doesn't get to do much as it is. But I had to stand my
ground. He didn't get to watch Spongebob from 2:00 until 6:30. Actually I just
turned off the TV all together and had him look at a blank screen for a while.
Mean old mama! But guess what happened? Sure enough, Friday he had a much
better, more cooperative day. This kid is going to drive me to the cray-cray
farm for sure.
I worked half a day yesterday. Then at about 4:00,
Wrapapalooza 2013 began! I'm chipping away at it, and I'd say I'm about half
done with all my wrapping. There is crap strung everywhere around here! Paper,
tissue paper, boxes, bags, bows on my bed, on the kitchen table, on the couch,
on the living room floor, OMG I need more room. Dear
Tiny Jesus, in your golden fleece diapers, I pray to you we're in a bigger
place this time next year. It'll take me at least 15 minutes to clean up
my bedroom just so I can go to sleep tonight. Colby has been
"helping" me wrap. Together we tear the tape off the roll. So it's
probably taking me twice as long to wrap, but he seems to enjoy it, so who
cares. I'm old school. I try to wrap as much as possible. Not shove it down in
a bag and wad tissue paper on top. I prefer paper, ribbon and bows. But I'm
sure by the end of the week, I'll be doing the bag and tissue paper trick, or
even the here's your gift in a Wal-Mart bag because I ran out of time trick.
Don't judge.
Took the trash out this morning to the dumpster and saw my
good buddy the albino squirrel. Yep, he's still creepy.
Want to hear something pitiful? Of course you do, it'll make
your life seem better, haha. When we got home from Cincinnati on November 26, my dad took my van
across the street and filled it up for me. No, that's not the pitiful part.
Actually that was very sweet and generous of him to do that. The pitiful part
is just today, December 15th, 19 days later, I just now had to put more gas in
the van. That should give you an indication of just how much I DON'T get out
around here. Oh well, easy on the wallet I suppose.
Time to get kid in bed, then I'm not far behind. It's been
me vs a headache today, and unfortunately the headache is winning. Looks like
I'll be cuddling up with Excedrin and an ice pack tonight. Good night, all.
Only 10 more days until Christmas!! Ho-ho-ho.
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