It's Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday!! Yay for Friday! Yay for weekends! Yay for pretty weekends in Ohio!
Oh, how I wish my blog could be witty and funny like my friend Sarah Cool's. Or deep and thoughtful. One or the other would be better than what it currently is-- a whiny log of my life. How boring is that? Where's my sense of humor? Where's my perkiness? Where's my giggle? I want to tell funny stories like Sarah does. I want to convey deep thoughts like Ashley does. I want to have cool music like Lauren does. I want to express myself so easily like Lisa does. I want, I want, I want!!! Ok, comparison and whine mode off. Jenette being herself mode on!
We built a fire in the chiminea tonight. Our neighbors came over with their little girls and the kids played outside while we sat around the chiminea and talked about their youngest daughter's experience at preschool. Let me tell you about this, because I'm sure that y'all will alternate between being outraged and amused, just like me.
So this little girl was at preschool, at the local Y. Now, this kiddo has lots of energy and lots of spunk. She's a handful at her worst times, but on the whole, she's a sweet kid, a GOOD kid. I wouldn't mind having her in my class, if that tells you anything. So anyhow... said kiddo was apparently giving her preschool teacher a hard time about sitting in time out. So, one of the other kids says, "Put her in the trash can," and the teacher DOES!!!! Now, this girl is 3!!! THREE!! Tres!!! Am I making this clear? And as a disciplinary measure, she was put in a tall trash can. Can you imagine? The teacher resigned, but the parents are still a TAD upset. They are getting a refund for the entire time the girl was at the preschool, so that's something. But I cannot believe the unprofessionalism. Yet at the same time, I keep picturing the kiddo in the trash can, peeking out, and it is a funny picture. Would have been funnier if it had been done at HOME during PLAY time!!! :)
One of my kids told me yesterday that my shoes stink. These weren't even my smelly sandals that I lived in this summer. They were my cute sandals that I love to wear with skirts and stuff. But apparently they smell. So I guess it's time to pitch them. Sigh.
Ethan irked me today. Now, you all probably know or have picked up on my OCD tendencies? I'm somewhat of a neat freak? Well, Ethan wanted to paint today, so I put some paint in little cups with lids on his easel tray. I didn't want to put the paint directly into the easel tray, as it is difficult to clean up, not to mention wastes a lot of paint. So I was proud of this solution. Well, I went downstairs this evening, to find that Ethan had poured out all of the paint into the easel tray, mixing all the colors to brown. And making a mess. So in my frustration, I yelled up the stairs, "Ethan, you're not painting anymore!" My child replies, "Ok, Mommy," in a perky tone of voice. When I said something about dumping all the paints into the easel tray, he hollered, "I won't do it again, Mommy," from upstairs. Sigh. Ok, so it's really kinda funny. But it was irksome at the time.
Going to head upstairs now.
Jenette's tips o the day:
If you don't want to buy your kid ice cream from the ice cream truck, tell them that on Thursdays, the truck only sells vegetables. Ok, so it's a lie, but it cuts out a lot of whining about ice cream.
Do change into comfy clothes when you get home. Makes life happier.