Creepy Notes

Little Man can be pretty forgetful when it comes to…well, anything, but especially bringing home his homework and important papers. Kids are forgetful. Kids with ADHD are super forgetful. Kids with ADHD that have moms and dads who are scatterbrained as hell are super forgetful times infinity. Science knows this to be true.

So, the boy has a presentation due next month, and his teacher sent out a text message telling the parents to review the rubric. I checked Little Man’s bag, and there was no rubric to be found.

“Where’s the rubric?” I asked.

“What rubric?” he responded.

“The rubric for your project.”

“What proj–oh, I don’t know. Maybe I lost it?”

“Well, maybe you better find it and bring it home tomorrow,” I told him.

“The teacher said if we lost it that we can’t have another one.”

“Find it.”

The next day came, and he didn’t have his rubric, nor did he remember to look for it. The day after, I put a post-it note on his binder reminding him to bring it home. Still, nothing.

“If you don’t look for it tomorrow and ask the teacher about getting another one if you can’t find it,” I told him, “then there’s no screen. At all. Got it?”

Nothing came home and he lost screen. The next two days he was out since we went to Great Wolf Lodge. On the Thursday night before he went back to school, I put more post-it reminders in his bag so that he’d have no excuse of forgetting.

First I put one on his binder. I put another in his folder. Another post-it replaced the bookmark in the book he was reading. Another went in his pencil pouch. Yet another was taped to the handle of his backpack. And the last one was taped to the top of the inside of his lunchbox, so that when he opened it, the note was hanging down in front of his food.

One that didn’t get tossed.

Guess what? The rubric was found and brought home.

“Mom, you know that was kind of creepy,” Little Man told me after coming home. “There was the first note and then the second note, and I found the rubric. But I kept finding more notes as the day went on. The lunchbox not was super creepy. There aren’t anymore notes hidden, are there?”

He did find them all. And now I know what to do when he’s not bringing stuff home and taking stuff from him isn’t working — bombard him with post-it notes. Maybe even rig his sandwich container so that it kind of explodes with a hundred little post-it notes when he opens it. Paint the rock outside the school the post-it orange and put a note on there, too. Or, make a fake tattoo that looks like a post-it with the reminder on it and stick it on his arm. The possibilities are endless.


We Can Breathe

We can finally relax. No more soccer (LM’s All Star team placed second, by the way). No more party. Outside of Baby Girl’s program next week, no more school stuff to deal with for the near future (and no overbearing program director changing her mind about costumes and freaking out on everyone, either). No more crazy projects, appointments, or any of the other dozen things that are escaping my memory. Things were suppose to die down after Halloween, but that wasn’t the case. But, whatever, we’re done and we can breathe now.

I do enjoy all that stuff, but just not all at once, because I tend to unravel under pressure. And pressure for my delicate flower self is trying to clean up while the kids are in the house. Maybe when I’m 40 I’ll be better at dealing with things. If nothing, Little Man will be 16 and Baby Girl will be 10. Okay, better not to think about that and get all teary-eyed, I’ll take being busy.

Anxiety has been a nightmare lately. No surprise there. That should improve at least a little now.

Hot chocolate, Christmas movies, present wrapping, light show watching, treat baking, Santa Claus visiting sounds like relaxing heaven. Baby Girl understands Christmas on some level. She got to make a Christmas list at a holiday festival on Saturday, and she wants toys. More specifically, she wants the toys she already has. Little Man’s main Christmas desire is to have everyone we know come to our house for dinner on Christmas Eve. That’s what he’s telling people when they ask about gifts. I found this out when a relative texted me and asked what time they should come. Sorry, LM, but my goal is to be more chill this month; inviting 30 people over for dinner doesn’t work with that. (But, damn, he’s so sweet.) Sam even suggested going through with it and making it an open invitation on Facebook. Sam and LM can do it, but they’re on their own. My Christmas spirit has its limits.

While on Christmas, our tacky party went well enough on Saturday. A lot of people canceled at the last minute, unfortunately, but we still had a fun group (and, more importantly, the right group of people). Here are my and Sam’s sweaters:

I’ve gotta go grocery shopping. We need food, especially milk, cereal, fruit, and yogurt, which are Baby Girl’s main food groups, plus I really need to replace the trash bags Sam bought. They are scented, presumably to mask the odor of trash, but the smell is anything but pleasant and makes me want to puke. I’m pretty sure there’s a sinus infection or whatever in the making now. I really don’t want to take off my pajama pants, though, so maybe I’ll go all People of Walmart today. BG will kick off her shoes and socks anyway, leaving people to frown at me and question why I am letting my baby go like that (true story, several times now), so we’d be a good pair.

When gingerbread houses collapse, that’s the go-ahead to eat all the candy.

So, what’s up with y’all? Anyone want to volunteer to cater LM’s Christmas Eve dinner? No? Damn.

Share Your World – 44

What was your favorite subject in school?

I liked pretty much everything except geography. My brain is good at lots of stuff, but it sucks at remembering names and locations of places. All that stuff might as well be in another language. As for a favorite, it’d be a tie between English and psychology.

If you could have a servant come to your house every day for two hours, what would you have them do?

Clean my floors and bathrooms. Maybe fold some clothes, since ours gets piled up so quickly.

Where did you live when you were in the third grade of school? Is it the same place or town you live now?

I lived in the same small rural area of South Carolina that I live in now. Sam and I moved to a larger town next to our hometown for about 3 years before coming back. No, we don’t get around much.

In your opinion, list some places that are great for shopping?

Harris Teeter and Aldi are great for grocery shopping. Sam just found some Mickey Mouse shaped veggie chips that are seriously nutritious for our picky-as-hell-won’t-eat-any-veggies-except-potatoes toddler, and she likes them. For shopping outside of groceries, I prefer Target (in-store or online) and Amazon. Goodwill is also awesome.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I’m grateful that we survived last week. Between sicknesses and having a bunch of Halloween-related things to do, appointments, soccer, etc. I’m glad that we made it through with our sanity intact. This week I’m grateful that we don’t have so much to do. It feels nice to be able to take a breath and not run around like a chicken with my head cut off!

The Share Your World Challenge is hosted by Cee.

It’s Time For Another All Over The Place Post

Ready to tune in to the Anxious Mom Blabs On And On story hour? You’re probably wondering, “How is this any different from normal?” It’s really not, but you know how I am on liking slightly funny opening paragraphs before I launch into all my stuff. Maybe you don’t find this slightly funny at all, but if not, boo on you, as my sister used to say (and that definitely works for this, because Halloween).

First and foremost, Happy Halloween! And if you don’t celebrate Halloween or think that it’s the devil’s holiday or something, then Happy Almost November!

Remember how everyone in my house was sick? Now, just in time to go out and get loads and loads of sugary substances, my kids are feeling much better. No more leaky faucet noses (and, btw, it really sucks when your toddler smushes her leaky faucet nose in your face, even if it is for a kiss), no more fevers, no more sounding like lungs are being coughed up.

Last night we took the kids around to trick or treat at the grandparents and to my best friend’s house. Their bags are already full, no joke. At my dad’s house, despite giving them lunch sacks full of candy, my dad broke out the candy jar to give them even more. We don’t even need to go tonight, but we will, and then they’ll refill their bags. Hello, sugar comas!

Also, on Halloween, Sam and I went to my friend’s Halloween party this weekend. I pulled off my Washed Up Wonder Woman costume quite well, and Sam went as Forrest Gump. The party was great with no fights, gunshots, firecracker injuries, or torn MCLs this time. Success!

Now for my next blabbing on and on topic — Little Man. The kiddo is still killing it in soccer this season. Their team is now 0-7-2 — that’s right, they’ve added in two ties since the last time I mentioned soccer. One of them should’ve been a win, but the ref missed something really important that led to a goal. The kids were happy not to lose, though. LM has really stood out this season, to the point that other coaches have come up talking to us after the game about how “phenomenal” he is. This makes LM feel so good! He promised he wouldn’t get cocky, though.

Out of all the good stuff, there was one bad thing. I had a bit of a meltdown on Saturday. Shortly before we dropped the kids off at the grandparents on Saturday, LM asked to get on my computer and play a game. I told him he could and he showed me the “cool game” he plays at school.

Y’all. This game was called Party Hard and the goal was to go into a house where people were drinking and passed out and murder as many as possible and evade the police. He is EIGHT. Apparently he plays it at the computer lab at school during downtime. I freaked out and told him not to play that, and talked about why that was inappropriate for him. After he left, I got on the website to see what other games were on there. Mixed in with kid friendly games were games where you worked as a stripper and increased certain assets to earn more money from clients, more killing games, a bartender game, lots of gory games, and a game where you tried to commit suicide in five minutes or less.

Cue a panic attack. The suicide game sent me over the edge. You hear more and more about young kids killing themselves these days, add that in with my family history of depression/bipolar, knowing that my depression has had me thinking that way before, something that makes suicide into being fun/a game being available to a young kid with anxiety issues, and, well, damn. I had to take an anxiety pill to calm down.

My husband talked to the principal today and told him all about it, and he was appalled. The school uses the same filtering software as the district, and he couldn’t believe something like that would get by. He said he’d take it to the district and talk to the teachers in the lab to make them aware. I wanted my husband to find out why multiple kids were able to access this site multiple times and not be noticed by the lab person and why their histories weren’t reviewed regularly (a game with that title should stand out, you’d think), but he forgot to ask. The principal said he’d be following up with us, so maybe we’ll get more information then and talk to them about changing how they’re monitoring this stuff. I adore the teacher he has this year, but between a sub locking LM out (and the woman wasn’t allowed back at that school) and this, I’m getting close to wanting to transfer him out.

(Maybe I should’ve made that a post on its own, since I kinda got away from the lighthearted beginning. But whatever. And while I’m on the topic of depression and suicide, please check out my friend Matty’s new series. On his blog Confessions, he’s asking for guests posts from people who have experience in that department to share their stories and give hope to others who are in that place. You can check out his post here and get his contact info if you want to participate.)

I think that’ll be a wrap for my blabby, all over the place post.

Things Kids Say Thursday: Conflict Resolution

It’s been a week since my last post, which was also a Things Kids Say post. Don’t worry — it’s not that I’ve run out of anything to post about other than things my kids say (although I could probably run a blog solely off that). Everybody’s been sick in my house (nothing major, just nasty colds). Again. I’m so over these school germs the kids are bringing home, and we’re only a couple months into the school year.



Now that I have the explanation for my lack of posting out of the way, on to one of the funny things my kids said.

I’ve probably mentioned how much we like The Office in this household (or have referenced the show in some way) as many times as I’ve mentioned That Band Who Shall Remain Nameless. Little Man is a fan, too, because he’s awesome like that.

Last week, Little Man came home from school complaining about having a bad day in his GT program (which is in the same building at his regular school). I was concerned and asked what happened.

“The teacher said no more Pokemon. Can you believe that? No more cards, nothing at all with Pokemon on it.”

“How come?”

“Because the principal said it’s banned. He said too many parents were calling about cards going missing or getting taken or bad trades, and instead of just saying, ‘Hey, y’all, stop calling me,’ he decided to ban Pokemon. Forever.”

“Hmm. That makes sense. He runs your school and the GT program, so he probably doesn’t have a lot of time to spend on Pokemon cards,” I told him.

Little Man sighed. “Do you think we could do Michael Scott’s conflict resolution with them so we can all be happy?”

If you aren’t familiar with The Office, or haven’t watched each episode a dozen times, he’s referencing an episode where manager Michael Scott decided to resolve conflicts in the office in what he thought was a more effective manner than what his HR guy was doing.

I guess LM missed the part where Michael’s style of resolving conflicts only made things worse.

I held back my laughter. “Are you suggesting that maybe we take a picture of a Pokemon card, put it on a shirt, and have your principal wear it? That way he gets what he wants and you guys still get to see something with Pokemon on it. Win-win-win.”

He wasn’t amused.


So, what’s up in your world? Anything funny you want to share?