Most of you know my other identity. I created an anonymous blog because I was at a point that I needed an outlet and my regular blog couldn't be used to express myself without hurting those I love. Still, I've felt a pull to return to my regular digs. If you don't know my other identity, e-mail me or comment here and I'll let you know where to find me, if you're so inclined.
I try my hardest to not post political rantings here because I do not argue them well. Do not let this cause you to believe I don't have strong feeling about these subject because - roar, I totally do. It's best really to not get me started lest I stroke out in frustration.
But I do want to pass on this link I got from... somewhere. It's been a few days and honestly I can't remember where or who mentioned the site. Just know it is completely non-partisan.
I give you the truth behind the candidate's words: www.factcheck.org .
Seriously, if you plan on voting (and I really hope you do), this might help you make your decision - either way you lean.
*And I shall label this post "dreams" because politics sometimes makes me feel like all I can do is dream and wish upon the damn stars to make things right.
Blimey, I really need to work on my pirate speak.
Off to swab the deck!
It seems the checking of the planner and homework each night is not sufficient. STILL. The child in question is in SEVENTH GRADE. IE: old enough to get his head out of his bum and keep up with his homework. And yet, I just received an email from his English teacher saying he's been handing in his homework late and it's effecting his grade.
The whole reason the husband and I have become the homework natzis is because he managed to bring his grade from an A in math last year to a C. Yes, apparently when you fail to pass in your homework, you fail that part of your grade. A's on tests + F's on homework = C on your report card. This also kept him out of honors math this year. Can you say crazy making?
Looks like it might be time to take away the brand new cell phone he got last night.
Wow! Look what I just found here. A blog. My blog. Gee, I'd kind of forgotten I had one. Whoops.
I actually had a dream last night that I blogged for the first time in a millennium. I'm guessing that's what spurred this post. And now you're wondering what this post is actually about. Ha! As if there is any topic beyond "LOOK, I'm back! Maybe. If I don't forget all about this place again."
In other news, I'm sure you've all realized... school has started again. YAY school! The children are busy for many hours a day. They are no longer left to their own devices with periodic check in's from responsible adults. They are however, still trying to kill each other most days. Also, the youngest has apparently aged enough to no longer be kept safe from the oldest's wrath. Or maybe he's just more annoying. Most likely both. The older 2 are at school from 7am - 5:30pm (when I can now pick them up). Soccer is wearing them out - oh how I love soccer. And for the first time pretty much ever, I'm paying for regular child care three days a week. And it is so worth it.
I've also received a promotion. Better hours! (7:30-4) More to do! Doesn't make me want to jab a pen in my eye rather than work! (Those who follow me on twitter may remember that lovely day.) It's in the same office as before. I did not have to apply or interview because they just offered it (and a small raise) up on a platter. YAY! And I am repaying them by blogging while at work. I ROCK!
In other updating type news... the husband was the most awsomest ever during meeting about child with "issues". Said son is now in therapy, getting extra help at school and has a teacher who is all about helping kids succeed. There may be medication in another month or two but for now we're trying other things. I can't tell you the relief and joy this gives me. Thank you Universe!
Personally, I ditched my therapist again but am still taking the Zoloft. Feeling good and keeping it together - most of the time - except when having to get a small child out the door by 6:40am and he refuses to MOVE. And also complains if I leave him for his dad to take to sitter's. CAN NOT WIN. Also, pre-bedtime is rough. I'm tired and the kids are tired and they don't want to have me check their homework or get ready for bed. Still, things are going well. Until I get home tonight and it all falls apart because I just jinxed myself with the parenting Gods.
*Note to Parenting Gods: Please be gentle. I'm so sorry I dared to mention what I mentioned. You still rule the Parenting Universe.
Now I must really get back to work.