Self Control

9-9-10




Happy Birthday to my daddy!!



On a positive note, the boss is out today. It will make life so much more bearable today. Yesterday I was ready to kick him square in the head. The residual annoyance from him carried over to my home life since the minute I got home to what looked as though my family had been kidnapped in a struggle, I melted down in domestic anger and cleaned house in 30 minutes. This included letting my poor pup out who had been left inside, turning off the tv, doing dishes, cleaning the boys’ room and the bathroom. I even put all the toys that had migrated out in to my living room back into their own space. I felt much better after the frenzy.



We walked up to the school, which completed mile one of my walking quest. I need walking shoes, as the ones I wore were brutal to my feet.



Bobby, happily, is in the classroom he wanted to be in. Of course, it is not for the same reason, which was that he wanted the one that had the cookies (which was at open house), but at least I have already spoken to this teacher before. She seemed super nice. There is now, though, a level of potential stink on her. Maria had mentioned to me that there was a kinder teacher that hated all of the kids that came from her daycare. She said that this broad seemed rude to them, including her own daughter, and thinks that the teacher has a problem with Maria. I was worried, and didn’t want my boys to have said teacher. Bobby’s teacher is this woman. Here is why I didn’t run screaming to the principal.



Maria kept asking me which teacher Dax has. I don’t think it was a slip up. She said that the teacher seemed to have a problem with smart kids from her daycare. I was instantly offended. Is she saying that Bobby is not as smart? Ok, we know this is the case, but still, don’t tell the mom this! I also talked to said teacher, who seemed lovely. Plus, the kids that Maria said had problems were kids who, let’s face it, were all little shits. This includes her daughter. I would venture a guess that it isn’t that the teacher has a problem with smart kids so much as she has a problem with behavior cases.



All the parents were invited to stay for the first hour of class on Monday, so I will gage my opinion not based on what Maria says, but what she does to my own son. She might be fine with Bobby, for whatever reason. I don’t want to be the parent who freaks out for no reason.



My self control has been in full swing, especially since I had to deal with more idiots last night at soccer practice. Bobby had his first practice, and the coach was late. Sigh. Plus, the team mom and her son were not there because she couldn’t get anyone to watch her younger daughter. Dude, fucking bring her!!! Any hoo, 3 of 4 were there, and they did a good hour practice.



Ken took Dax for a long walk, so I stayed at practice. Bobby was fine at first, doing great, until for some reason he got spooked and scared. I had sat down, which I think caused him not to see me at first, so he thought I left. He shouted out to me that he was getting a little scared. He then burst into tears. I didn’t run to him. I let the coach handle it, which I am telling you, killed me. But I knew this was a good thing for both of us. The coach calmed him down, and sent him to get some water and to bring the water to me, which he did, which allowed him to come to me but not for “comfort”. He went back to practice, still a little off, but better.



The dad of Jr was too bossy with his own kid, and really didn’t let the coach do her job. Of course, the coach is an idiot, and couldn’t even control her own son, so I don’t really blame him. She ended up having Sr and myself team up with our kids and we were their passing partners, and even did some other things. I took pictures galore and really tried to be uber supportive of all the kids. Issahia was an idiot and JR was quite timid (which makes sense based on his father). Bobby seems to look up to Issahia, so much so that since that kid would sit between drills, Bobby kept doing it too. I snipped at Bobby and he stopped sitting. I also kept trying to make sure Bobby paid attention to the coach, not me. It was tough, but we made it. Bobby did some great dribbling and was good at keeping the ball from a defender. I think he will have lots of fun on Saturday.



Game time is 11!



This is a minor thing, but I hate it when people at work don’t believe me when I say I have worn a particular shirt before. I love the compliments on the outfit, but dude, I think I am pretty good at remembering what I have worn before.