If I have to hear the latest Taylor Swift song (a death march, written for 'Hunger Games') one more time I will scream and fire will come out my ears....and frankly as amazing as Adelle's voice truly is I can only hear about Fire in the Rain so many times before it just sounds like blah blah blah. I thought I was sick of all the 'little kid music' we used to listen to; Remember Raffie? But teenagers keep their tunes on replay 24/7 and they feel the entire household is better off for hearing their ballads.
Bryn has decided she is 'old enough' to 'enjoy' the Twilight series. I called the books 'poopie' trying to make light of their stupidity (I know some of you loved these books, but seriously...this heroine is so pathetically weak ; who could want their young daughter feeding her brain with that??). She very maturely asked me to let her make up her own mind about what she reads and allow her to 'be entertained' as she chooses...she was very articulate and mature. I basically told her "I'll tell you what I think whether you like it or not, but thank you for being so reasonable with me" which caused her to cry...what a bad mom I am not to stand by while my daughter reads her way through a soap operah...sigh.
Mason left this morning for 6 days in CA with his choir homies. His teacher has moved these tours away from spring break 'because parents don't want family vacations interrupted.' Instead, we had to hound other teachers to let him take his finals early and turn in projects early because the term ends while he is gone. One teacher said he could take a test yesterday and then was not at school yesterday to administer the test (he was sick, could't help it). Now Mason's grade will show as a D until he takes the test and goes through the hoops to get the grade changed on his transcripts. This is only one of the many glitches Mason has run into in order to participate in this choir tour. And all this so families won't be interrupted over the legitimate break from school. Since when do we as parents decide we really need our vacation time more than our children need their time IN CLASS?! Never mind that these are the grades that make or break college applications, never mind that we are a society that says that education is paramount (aren't we? or is that just in my family society?). No, we really need to hit the beach or get down to St. George so our kids can't possibly have 'significant away from home experiences' when it is inconvenient for us but works well with their EDUCATIONAL FUTURE...
And finally, my Porter has decided he feels very comfortable sneaking to the next door neighbors' house to play with the boys who live there. he goes downstairs as if to read his book and then when I leave the kitchen sneaks back up the stairs and comando crawls across the back yard or tiptoes through the front yard in order to get across my enemy lines and into the safe haven of the neighbor's house. I found today a very intricate stepping stone system of the outdoor ladder and a tupperware bin located just so against the back fence so he can hurdle himself across the gate without my hearing it open or close. And when he was found out and now is caught (as we speak he is writing a paper on integrity) he told me that I am an awful mother for not letting him 'play with the only people who really care about him'. Wow. Its my fault he decided to lie his way to a playdate.
OK, that's enough. All of this has been stewing over the past 36 hours and I just had to get it out. I'm feeling like a lone gunman in the trenches with rogue playdates, poorly constructed literature, shallow parental peers and just plain tired music all coming at me like zombie soldiers trying to eat me up and then go after the children I'm trying to raise. Funny thing is, I think the kids are rooting for the zombies.
I'll keep shooting anyway, I guess.
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