Cindermutha

Since way back at the beginning of time when I started this blog, B&T have grown into 11 year olds. Since Brett spent his kindergarten year making crayons naked, he got an opportunity to do it twice, so he is still in elementary school in the fifth grade. Tyler just started middle school in the gifted program. So he’s hanging out with the evil geniuses. Trust me, having multiple gifted kids over means having unique and ingenius ways of getting in trouble. Oh, why can they not be like the geeks of yesteryear!

Anyhoo, Tyler has been getting up in the morning without a fight. That might be because he doesn’t have to get up until after I’m back from walking Brett to school. In previous years, the biggest battle was trying to extract him from his bed. I tried everything from ice cubes to squirt bottles to loud noises. However, he has made up for his new and improved morning personality by doing things like drawing a mustache with blue sharpie on Brett when he fell asleep on the couch. (BTW, the hand sanitizer worked to get the remains off this morning). I’m wondering if there is a Law of Conservation of Annoying Kid Behavior which states that each child must exhibit all of his allotted evil, so that if it is removed from one part of life, it must be used elsewhere.

As for Brett, I’ve started walking to school with him. Because of his CP, and the fact that he has legs of slightly different lengths, one of his feet turns inwards. Since part of his therapy involved walking on a treadmill, I decided we might have better results if I made him walk to school. He gets to stretch his tendons, I get exercise, and when the zombie apocalypse comes, we’ll all be ready to run. It’s a win, win, win situation. Or so I think.

Brett spent the entire walk complaining about walking. Yesterday’s complaints were that he had PE first thing and he was going to be tired out. Then it was that he was so skinny that this walking would make him lose weight and he WOULD JUST DIE!!! Today, my sister came with, and he complained about her coming. Then that it was Wellness Wednesday and he would have to walk around the track a bazillion times. Then he complained about his backpack, then my sister holding his backpack. Then it was back to dying. I’m beginning to think he’s the reincarnation of Stevie’s Nana Levy. Even the dead armadillos in various states of decomposition (and dining by the turkey vultures) did not distract him from his mission.

So that’s how my day starts this school year. I’m going to try sticking an iPod on Brett to see if he sings rather than bitches, but I’m not holding my breath

Tyler G.
Writing

I hit my freind in the back. It made a mark. It was redder than a baboons butt. Than I got in trouble. He told me to hit him. We had to write a sorry letter.

The End.

Mom’s note: This is spelled exactly how it was in the letter. I found this tucked away in last year’s student planner. He successfully avoided getting in trouble for this at home by hiding it.

Not as much as the last one. It’s not what I want, but I can look at it without wondering who the heck thought the layout was a good one (it sucked. badly) This one has at least a nice neat layout and doesn’t look like someone threw cyber boxes all over hell and back.

Here’s the coming ice age that was all the rage in the 70’s. The sun is less active. Sun less active = earth less warm.  Imagine that.

I’m so cold I’m holding a Dunkin Donuts extra large hot coffee between my feet. I don’t want to drink it because all the hot will be gone and I’d rather use it to apply to my cold extremeties. Plus I don’t like hot coffee. I like it cold. No use having all that heat go to waste.

Would you believe my car door was frozen shut? I guess the sprinklers went off in the night and watered that side of my car. There was a 1/4 inch thick sheet of ice on the passenger side of my car. At least the sprinklers didn’t freeze. The grass was all crunchy with ice. The boys and I stomped on it and enjoyed the crackly crunchy noise. Then we all got in the car and whined about how freakin cold it was. I’m having my dad send me down a case of ice scrapers when they go on clearance up north. I could make a killing selling them on freeze warning nights.

You know what’s funny? Tonight is supposed to be even colder. Which means tomorrow morning will be even colder. My kids don’t have mittens or gloves, so this should be interesting.

I’m trying to think of what to cook for dinner that would require me to slave over a hot stove.

Yes, it is below freezing.

In the Orlando, FL area.

I want my global warming. It has been far colder the last two years than it has been in a long time. This year is far colder than last.

I really really need to figure out how to customize this template. I’m really hating it. I annoyed that I lost all my old blog clothes. And JS had the ability to save our templates, giving us a blog clothes closet. I really miss it.

My fingers are having a hard time typing. I’m cold. It’s only 44 degrees out here in sunny (not) warm Florida. I don’t want to put the heat up, but I’m shivering. I know the sun will warm the house sooner or later (like it does all summer) but I’m not sure I will last that long LOL.

Maybe I’ll go out to Dunkin Donuts for a cup of HOT coffee. Yes. That would be good. I can just hold it. Snuggle it. Caress it. Until I absorb all the heat from it. Then it will be cold enough to drink.

I’ll even hold it between my feets to warm the toesies, which are rarely cold, but are now protesting me wanting to throw on flip flops for the trip to DD. Tying sneakers is just too much effort. Not that I tie them. They are perma-tied so I just jam my footsies in. But socks. Too much effort. What? My feet just told me to just stuff them in sock free. Anything to prevent being exposed to the cold  in the flip flops.

For the first time in over 2 years, the landlord wants to inspect the  property. So we’ve had to clean it top to bottom with the boys messing it back up behind us. I am going to get no sleep tonight. I’m so annoyed I’m going to deliberately leave a trail of socks across my room.

That’ll show ‘em

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