Not sure why I was waiting for it to be Friday, it's not like I get the weekend off. Actually Friday is the start of my super busy time. Maybe it's because I just want to get this crap over.
Where to start... I apologize for the fact that this will be ever so random and rambling and truly have no point what-so-ever. I think you like that though, don't you? Your sick like that... I like that in a person.
I got up at the unholy hour of 4 am yet again so I could do some work before I actually go to work. I've done some sewing, made lunches for the Tiny Terrorists and pilfered through their backpacks finding their progress reports and a hidden discipline report for one of them... summer school recommendation for the other. Lovely. As it stands, Super Girl will pass and Cabbage Patch needs summer school. No surprise. I'm still pissed that Cabbage Patch's kindergarten teacher did her such a disservice by promoting her to the 1st grade when she obviously wasn't ready. I will do the Sumer School route and hope she will be ready for 2nd grade by the end of the summer but if not, I'm going to insist she be held back. Watching her struggle and develop a dislike for school work has been frustrating to say the least. Let's not even get into the daily battles over homework - *sheesh*. Super Girl is week in two areas according to her progress report, I send a note to the teacher asking if she needs sumer school. Honestly, I hope she does so they can both be at the same place most of the summer. I know, I'm going to hell for that one, but really, it would do her some good and I wouldn't have to worry about child care until the middle of July. Yes it will suck for both of them for the summer, but I'd rather they get ahead academically than have a neato fun summer. I'm waiting to find out about tuition for sumer school. *fingers crossed that it's not too expensive*
Moving on... There is a black tom cat who keeps showing up at my window bothering Sunshine. I'm not sure how to dissuade this cat from loitering at my window and irritating my geriatric cat, I don't want to be mean but I really don't want to hear him meowing at me in the morning or hear Sunshine get all in a fluff because he has the gall to be alive and be outside her window. Another reason I want him to step off, Monday I left my umbrella outside when I got home, Tuesday I grabbed my umbrella before heading out to work (duh!), when I got to work and was putting my stuff away I got a whiff of eau de cat-piss. I think that little fucker marked my umbrella. I haven't checked again, I stuck it in my cabinet and forgot about it. Hopefully it'll rain soon and I'll get it washed off by nature.
Okay my time is up, I have to get off to work.