>i woke up today thinking it was saturday

>which has nothing to do with this blog, i just thought i’d throw that in somewhere and the title seemed like as good a place as any.

so anyway, yesterday when hubby brought g home from school yesterday, he was holding this big envelope in his hands.

i didn’t really look at it very closely, just saw the smiling kids on it and said, “yay! school pictures!” except it wasn’t school pictures. it was this:

frozen tubs of cookie dough. to sell. *weakly* yay. who knows what the hell is in them. there’s no ingredient list for the different flavours. not impressive. and of course there’s the whole “we’re giving this to the kids to sell, but in actuality it will be the parents who go and harass their co-workers to buy this crap” mentality. do i sound bitter? haha it just brings all my girl scout bitterness to the foreground, i’m afraid. all those years not being able to sell enough cookies because my dad was retired and my mom worked in a two person office. grrr…

*deep breath* i’m fine. really. except i’m irritated. because i’m going to feel obligated to buy some of this crap to help the school. at least it’s a better choice than last year, which was the cheese, sausage and candy crap that you usually see around christmas. the kind of stuff that my aunt and uncle would give us every year. yeah, whatever, i don’t know what i’m talking about, either.

also, spent about an hour trying to get g to sign his name to these:

yes, it’s a box of valentines. for some of you, this might seem like the strangest thing you’ve ever heard of and i know this because mark is still trying to get his head around it. but it’s an american tradition, it seems, to force kids to give valentines to their classmates. i remember decorating a shoe box every year between the ages of 6 and 12 and placing it on my desk, hoping beyond hope that i’d actually get some. it wasn’t a requirement, necessarily, when i was a kid, to actually make one for each classmate. nothing like setting you up youngsters for valentine’s disappointment later in life, eh? yeah. i’m starting to think that the teachers’ union is in cahoots with the greeting card industry.

my poor g, though. he tried really hard to finish all his cards. but you could just see him getting sleepier and sleepier. he eventually konked out with nine cards left. and like a good mommy, i filled out the rest for him. i wonder, though, if i hadn’t been making him sign the cards if he’d have tried to stay up later? i guess i’ll never know.

i woke up today thinking it was saturday

which has nothing to do with this blog, i just thought i’d throw that in somewhere and the title seemed like as good a place as any.

so anyway, yesterday when hubby brought g home from school yesterday, he was holding this big envelope in his hands.

i didn’t really look at it very closely, just saw the smiling kids on it and said, “yay! school pictures!” except it wasn’t school pictures. it was this:

frozen tubs of cookie dough. to sell. *weakly* yay. who knows what the hell is in them. there’s no ingredient list for the different flavours. not impressive. and of course there’s the whole “we’re giving this to the kids to sell, but in actuality it will be the parents who go and harass their co-workers to buy this crap” mentality. do i sound bitter? haha it just brings all my girl scout bitterness to the foreground, i’m afraid. all those years not being able to sell enough cookies because my dad was retired and my mom worked in a two person office. grrr…

*deep breath* i’m fine. really. except i’m irritated. because i’m going to feel obligated to buy some of this crap to help the school. at least it’s a better choice than last year, which was the cheese, sausage and candy crap that you usually see around christmas. the kind of stuff that my aunt and uncle would give us every year. yeah, whatever, i don’t know what i’m talking about, either.

also, spent about an hour trying to get g to sign his name to these:

yes, it’s a box of valentines. for some of you, this might seem like the strangest thing you’ve ever heard of and i know this because mark is still trying to get his head around it. but it’s an american tradition, it seems, to force kids to give valentines to their classmates. i remember decorating a shoe box every year between the ages of 6 and 12 and placing it on my desk, hoping beyond hope that i’d actually get some. it wasn’t a requirement, necessarily, when i was a kid, to actually make one for each classmate. nothing like setting you up youngsters for valentine’s disappointment later in life, eh? yeah. i’m starting to think that the teachers’ union is in cahoots with the greeting card industry.

my poor g, though. he tried really hard to finish all his cards. but you could just see him getting sleepier and sleepier. he eventually konked out with nine cards left. and like a good mommy, i filled out the rest for him. i wonder, though, if i hadn’t been making him sign the cards if he’d have tried to stay up later? i guess i’ll never know.