Time Duck

12-9-11


I worry about Dax. For being so cocky, he has a very fragile self-esteem lately. Last night he told us all how his little friend told him that he wasn’t smart. This wouldn’t seem like a big deal except that Dax believed him. For the record, his friend is a sweet kid but an asshole at the same time. Poor Dax told us this tale with tears in his eyes and you could tell he really believed these hurtful words.

I feel bad for my little man. He is incredibly smart and talented, but his 5 year old angst is getting the best of him. Between his lack of patience in school and his poor friend choices, he is having a rough time. Thankfully he gets a break after next week. Perhaps we can regroup.

Bobby and I now have an ongoing comedy routine involving this giant cockroach. Ok, in all fairness, I find it way more funny than he does, but he is mostly a good sport about it. On Wednesday, as we walked home from school, there was a large cockroach. It was good sized, in all its creepy glory. I of course got the heebie jeebies and the boys found this endlessly amusing. I then went into this explanation about my freaking out which included pointing out that that bug was eyeing me wrong and would have cut me if the boys were not there. Dax laughed, and Bobby looks at me with disapproving eyes and says very seriously, “Mom, a bug is not going to cut you.”

I continued, discussing the bug’s intentions to shoot me in the toe, and his readiness to fuck me up. Bobby, through muffled laughter, yelled and explained that bugs can’t hold guns and that he wouldn’t ever hurt me. It was an entertaining conversation the whole way home.

Now cut to yesterday. We passed the point where the roach had been and Dax points out that he was gone. I said that he was lucky since I would have had to crush his ass. Bobby gets all playfully annoyed at me and tells me to never hurt a bug. No sooner did he say these words did I notice that the bug was now in front of us. I screamed in laughter and said, “See! See! He heard me! He is going to mess me up!!” Dax could hardly breathe he was laughing so hard. Bobby, once again very stern, says to me, “Mom, are we really going to start this crap again?” I have never had so much fun walking home!

Tonight we are going to an AYSO round table meeting. I don’t think this is the board meeting, I think this is simply just one of those times in which they invite people in our region to come down if they have questions. This also allows board members and people who are involved to hang out and chat about issues. I have been to one, but it was before I had applied for the Treasurer position. I wonder if I will be approved. I don’t know what kind of background check they do. I mean, since I have outstanding student loans, will they say piss off chicky? Or is it just to make sure I have not gone to prison for embezzlement? Either way, I don’t know my status as of yet. Ken is all official now, listed on the web site and everything as U-8 coordinator. I need to get my ass in gear and start taking the financial training classes along with doing the U-8 coaching class.

I hate periods. I am having another fat day. I often worry that my boys will get my image issues, not that I ever let them know when I feel gross. Hell, I walk around the house like I am a model. That being said, I wonder if it is some kind of thing in my genes that might have passed down to Dax. Hopefully it is all just him being 5.

There is no green tea in Keurig form at work right now. I am using old fashioned tea bags. How quaint.

Pop up Video is back!!!!

I am a little excited at the fact that tomorrow morning I can sleep in.

I need to color my hair.

I need to do some shopping.

Ok, I should work.