Ugh! So, there's one aspect of life. I have the perfect man who is quite perfect for me, and there's no way for me to enjoy him or to bond with him other than hand holding and talking. Then, there's the stupid extra 5 weeks of summer break for the girls. If I had not mentioned this before, I really liked the "modified traditional" schedule that our local school district had. It was soooo nice! School started the first Monday in August, then there was a 2 week Fall Break the last week of September and the First week of October, then 3 weeks of Winter Break, 2 weeks of Spring Break, and then school was out the 2nd week of June. There were the additional 3-day and 4-day weekends, of course, and it was a SHORT SUMMER. This kept the girls from the "I'm so bored" and the fighting issues not to mention the educational benefits: there wasn't enough time to forget everything they had learned!
But, when I received my official notice of the new, Board approved schedule for the 2010/2011 school year, I really started to scream. I mean, really? They had the modified schedule because they knew it would be better for the children. Then, my anger got directed at our wonderful State of California who couldn't balance a budget or a checking account if a gun were held at all of the politicians heads. I mean, seriously. What the fuck?! There was a section of the movie, "Dave" where Kevin Kline's character calls in his accountant friend to help out with balancing the budget. The friend makes the statement, "If I ran my business like the government runs its business, I'd be out of business." That's sooo true! So, the California Department of Education has had it's budget slashed, what, 14 times in the last 3 years. It's just our future at stake. Who cares if California children cannot properly read and write when they graduate from high school? On top of that, how the hell am I supposed to handle having three girls at home - bored because their Mama had already schedule surgery??
OK, so breathing now. In the midst of the chaos, however, comes moments of clarity. Just like when you ride a roller coaster - there are the hair-pin turns, the high force drops and then a little calm before the next turn.
Jordan was in my office. She had had a major temper tantrum and then fell asleep as I posted yesterday. When she woke up, she found the photo frames that I kept in my office. With her picture from Kindergarten was a little picture of me when I was in Kinder. She looked at it, and then asked why there was a picture of Taylor with her picture. I giggled because it was another reminder that Taylor is my clone, and I couldn't wait to see and hear Jordan's opinion when she made the realization. I told her that the little picture was me when I was 5-years-old.
For a while, Jordan was really quiet. Then, she quietly came over to me, hugged me and told me that she wished she could go back to when I was a "small child" and be my sister. I laughed, initially, and I mentioned that I see how she treats her sisters, and I wouldn't want to fight like that. Then, Jordan said, "If we had been sisters, we would never fight Mama. You're too pretty and too wonderful." Awwwww. How sweet? And damn it! I was still trying to be angry with her for the temper tantrum that she had thrown.
Taylor and Mandy found themselves going to bed early. I have no idea what has possessed my children, but they have completely lost their minds. I'm sure other people are going through this with their own children, but my girls seriously do not feel that they have to listen to our rules, follow our rules, and it really doesn't matter to them that Ken and I have lost our tempers.
So, Jordan was the only one awake for the movie night. She had to forgo pizza and candy because she had been a pill bug, but she got to watch a movie with me. I was totally excited when I saw that Julie & Julia was newly released on Netflix, and I hurriedly turned it on. Ken joined me about halfway through the movie and he was content in watching a "Chick Flick" if it meant cuddling with me. Jordan, didn't care about the movie, but she had fun pretending that she was Julia Child and was running around the kitche, "Bon Apetite!" However, when the movie ended, I was really, truly pissed! What do you mean that Julie never got to meet Julia? Again - what the fuck?! Even today, I am still angered by the outcome of the story. I realize that this was true life and sometimes life sucks, but I really needed an uplifting movie last night, and I didn't get it. OK, so I really enjoyed the movie, and I found myself really jealous of Julie Powell's limelight, but still - Julia Child couldn't get over herself??
As stated, I was jealous at hearing how another person had a blog and became somebody. Granted, I didn't know who Julie Powell was until I saw the movie, but as she said, "I have thoughts!" When you Google my name, the only thing that comes up in my Facebook page. OK, there's some really funny stuff, and it's my life in a nutshell, but it's still not who I am. These postings into the cosmic unknown is more of who I am. I take the time to tell you what is going on in my life, and I hope that I bring you some humor. For crying out loud, when you put my name into the Wikipedia search, this is what you get:
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I guess it's a basic human need - understanding and recognition. For many, that's why we procreate - to continue our legacy and have us be remembered for our existence. I know I've made a huge impact in my local area. I take a little pride in knowing that I am the one recommended to parents and teachers for working with Special Education children and their needs - especially if you have to fight the system. However, don't I rank high enough to be recognized by all?
Well, apparently not. For those who have met me and known me for a while, I am memorable. To most, they are fun memories, and to some, I was a royal pain in the ass.
I will end this post with another Jordanism. After the movie was over last night, Ken and I told Jordan to go get her jammies on and get ready for bed. She came into the living room holding her jammies and was dancing around in her panties. I asked her what she was doing running around in only her panties, and when she realized that Ken was watching her, puzzled, she dropped behind the arm of the couch, but only low enough so we couldn't see her from the waist down. I asked her what she was doing, and she replied, "I don't want Daddy to see my panties." When I pointed out that we could see her boobs, Jordan replied, "It's OK to see my boobs, but no one can see my panties!"
Even while Ken and I enjoyed the beautiful summer evening on our patio, I couldn't stop giggling. In Jordan's world, it's completely acceptable to see someone's boobs, but not their panties. Hahahahaha! Ken and I discussed many things as we enjoyed a beverage and a cigar, and we mostly enjoyed the cool breeze and the stars.
I am apparently just a blip on the radar in the large picture of life, but in my little world, I am amazing. So, to whomever actually looks at this blog, enjoy your weekend, and I hope that you are just as amazing in your section of Life's Picture. If you have children, good luck with the rest of Summer Vacation.
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