Nov 1, 2009

he didn’t even buy fish food. just the fish. in a bag. which he left in the kitchen sink.

goldfish face The Adolescent Boy has some good latch key freedom after school.  He rides his bike to and from school, and lets me know where in San Diego he is between the time he gets out of school and the time he has to come home.  Usually he goes to his best friend’s house, whose mom is really mean, but pretty much leaves them alone.  Sometimes he and his best friend go to the frozen yogurt place.  Sometimes they go to Barnes and Noble, where they do something that never includes looking at books.  Sometimes they go to the bike shop.  One time they went to Petco and bought goldfish. 

Apparently they didn’t have enough money for anything else, but goldfish are, like, cheap.  So they each bought three.  Goldfish.  In a bag. 

Now understand, we don’t have fish.  We didn’t have an aquarium to add the goldfish to, we didn’t have an old fish tank in the garage we could clean up and put the fish in.  So really all we had was three goldfish.  In a bag.  He didn’t even buy fish food.  Just the fish.  In a bag.  Which he left in the kitchen sink.

I pulled some old crappy glass vase out of a cabinet and put the fish in it with water.  And then I kept forgetting to go buy fish food.  And like, a proper fish bowl.  I tried feeding them squashed up bits of oatmeal, but they didn’t really like it. 

And then they died. 

The Sailor was here for the tail end of the goldfish debacle.  So he took the Adolescent Boy out and bought him a big fish tank with lights and a filter and everything.  He got a crashed airplane and some rock sculptures and some plants and green and gray gravel for it too. But, like, no fish per se.

He said to set it up and let it run for a few days before putting fish in it.  So I set it up.  A couple of weeks ago.  And we still don’t have any fish to put in it.  Which I think?  Is totally fine.  Because a fish tank without fish?  Is perfect.  It doesn’t ever.  Have.  To be.  Cleaned.

The kids are all we need to go get fish for the fish tank.  And I’m all yeah, no, we’re not doing that.  I’ve convinced them that goldfish are unhappy in captivity and that they’re raised on fish farms that don’t treat them humanely and that the constant cleaning of a fish tank when it contains, say, fish?  Is bad for the environment.

Booyah.  Mom, 1; Little People, 0.

Oct 25, 2009

also? he thinks we should drive there. to texas. and not the close part of texas.

So.  The Sailor is from Texas.  And he thinks it’s a good idea for us to go to Texas together for Thanksgiving.  Which I think is a totally good idea.  Except the part where he thinks we should take the kids with us.  And he doesn’t just mean the good ones, he means all of them.  The Sailor has two kids.  I have three.  (And one of them is the Second Grader.) (Just saying.)  So that’s five kids. 

Also?  He thinks we should drive there.  To Texas.  And not the close part of Texas.  But the part of Texas that’s actually, like, Louisiana

This should go really well. 

You know how people (me) are like if you kids don’t stop this right this second, I’m going to pull this car over!  And then people (me) are all now, if you kids don’t stop that in the next TWO SECONDS I’m going to pull this car over!  Well, the Sailor?  Actually pulls the car over.  I swear.  And you know how kids can be extra annoying and irritable and generally suck ass on long car rides?  Our kids are extra good at that.  (Mine.) 

So this should go really well.

He’s pretty sure we can get there in just a couple of days if we split the driving.  And you know how I’m a really good driver and mostly things don’t go wrong when I drive.  Except when the watermelon bounced out of the truck in front of me and smashed into my car.  And when the bear tried to get into my car and dented the roof and cracked the sunroof and tore the back door handle off.  And the four-car pile up on the 15 South.  And the four-car pile up on the 15 North.   And this trip is fifteen hundred and forty-two miles.  But it’s only fifteen hundred and thirty-one from the Sailor’s house.  So we’ll leave from there.  That should help, right?

This should go really well.

Also?  I’ll be meeting his parents.  As will my kids.  (Including the Second Grader.)

So this should go really well.  Really.  Really.  Very.  Well. 

I’m pretty excited. 

Oct 20, 2009

where purring means he’s laughing at his funny little hiding from us joke.

I have a midterm tomorrow.

And they’ve placed this midterm in the middle of a week where I have, like, three kids.  Where one of the kids is the Second Grader. 

And they’ve placed this midterm in the middle of a week where I have, like, a job. And laundry.  And like, three kids. 

And they’ve placed this midterm in the middle of a week where these three kids expect me to, like, feed them.  And help them with homework.  It’s like they think I’m their mother or something.

And they’ve placed this midterm in the middle of a week where the Sailor is like, at sea.  And where I’m taking care of the Sailor’s cat.  A cat he totally likes.  A cat who has decided that it’s totally fun to hide under a bed for an hour every time one of the three kids opens an exterior door.  Leading me to believe we’ve lost the cat. Which throws the whole house into lockdown until we locate the cat.  Who is hiding.  And, like, purring.  Where purring means he’s laughing at his funny little hiding from us joke. 

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Do you see how he’s looking out the window to make me think he’s planning to make a break for it next time the door opens?  And then checking to make sure I’m watching?  He’s thinks he’s funny. 

Bad cat.

So suck it midterm, I have to find a cat.

Oct 15, 2009

hello unlimited texting plus bored 9-year-old.

The Girl stayed home from school yesterday because her knee really, really hurt. So I stayed home with her. Sort of. I ran back and forth between my house and my office all day. Go to a meeting, be a mommy, go to a meeting, be a mommy, go to a mommy, be a meeting. Blah blah blah. Before my first meeting we watched the Today Show together. She loves the Today Show. (I don't know why.)

Featured on the Today Show were these stupidly extravagant Christmas gifts, like a Jaguar and diamond encrusted bra and shit.

And cupcake cars.

cupcake car

I know, right? They're awesome.

The Girl agrees.

For my 10am meeting, I left the Girl at home with her cell phone.  Hello unlimited texting plus bored 9-year-old.

The Girl: for Christmas will you get me a electrical vanilla with cherry frosting cupcake car?

The Girl: please say yes!!!!!

The Girl: please txt me back faaaassssttt!

Me: Of course.

The Girl: thanks that’s why I love you so much. I love you.

The Girl: oh by the way they are twenty five thousand dollars each but you already said yes

Me: I know, I will buy you two.

The Girl: 2 that is even awsomer!!!

The Girl: can I have a coke?

Me: no.

The Girl: you should get youthology for you eye wrinkles.

The Girl: can you text me how to make French toast.

The Girl: text me back faaaassssttt!  i’m starbing.

The Girl: can I use the markers on the awtaman?

Me: yes

The Girl: thanks! i love you! i miss you!

Oct 12, 2009

the second grader: i don’t even have ANY SHOES. AND I AM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL!

Me: Wake up. 

The Second Grader: I’m not going to school.

Me:  Alright.  Get up anyway.

The Second Grader:  Okay.

Me: Go eat breakfast, Chipmunk.  Hurry up.

The Second Grader:  I don’t have to.  I’m not going to school.

Me:  Okay, go eat breakfast anyway.

The Second Grader:  Okay.

Me: Get your backpack, we have to go.

The Second Grader:  I don’t need a backpack BECAUSE I’M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL! 

Me: Okay, just get your backpack anyway.

The Second Grader:  OKAY!

Me:  Where are your shoes?

The Second Grader:  I don’t even have ANY SHOES.  AND I AM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL!

Me:  Okay, just get the shoes you used to have.

The Second Grader:  FINE!

Me:  Let’s go.  Get in the car guys.

The Second Grader:  I AM NOT GETTING IN THE CAR BECAUSE I AM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL!

Me:  Okay.  Just.  Ride.  To school.  With us.  Anyway. 

The Second GraderOKAY.  But I am not.  Getting.  Out.  Of.  The.  Car.

Me:  Bye.  See you after school.

The Second Grader:  I AM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL. I AM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL.  I AM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL.

Me:  Get. Out. Of. This. Car.

The Second GraderOKAY!  BUT I AM DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO SCHOOL TOMORROW.

And then my head exploded.  The end.

Is it really bad to flip your child the bird if they don’t see you do it?

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