Okay, I am the ROOM MOTHER of my first grader’s class. So here I am, almost seven months into the school year, and the end is just getting in sight, and I can’t take it anymore. I HAVE TO COMPLAIN! There are 22 students in this class – I have asked for money on three occasions – teacher’s birthday, christmas present for teacher, and teacher appreciation. Each time I asked for three dollars (that’s $3.00!), and I asked well in advance, at least 10 – 14 days, and I even sent home a nice note on colored paper each time. Did I get donations, you ask. $12.00 for her birthday, $12.00 for Christmas, and $18 for teacher appreciation – and that is including the three dollars for my child. Do you even need to ask who REALLY paid for these presents? And that’s not the worst part. The worst part is that the teacher collects the money and sends it home to me, so she knows exactly how these parents feel about giving a donation for a gift to show their appreciation for all she does for their little darlings (not!). Now to what is really bugging me. This weekend is our carnival. I have to work our class booth MOSTLY BY MYSELF for six hours because only one parent offered her help, and she could only help out the first and last hour of the carnival. How about that, twenty-two children, times two parents each, equals forty-four parents – and only one could give an hour to the class booth. And to top it off she just moved here and is new to our school – by only three weeks! Forty-three parents have too much going on to pull their heads out of their ass for even one hour to help make money that goes towards the betterment of their child’s school. What a shame. I have sent a note asking for help, the teacher sent a note asking for help, and every week for a month a note has been included on the bottom of the Week At A Glance asking for help. NO CALLS! And we wonder why we can’t keep good people teaching our children. Maybe if parents would get more involved and help out the teachers would have a better working environment. I can say, that after three years of children in school, I have been on EVERY class trip, attended every class party, donated food to every school function, and helped out in any way I could. And I never waited to be asked – I offered. More parents need to do the same and they would realize that school would me a much better place for their children. Children of parents that are involved fare much better in school than students whose parents can’t even name their child’s teacher – that’s a fact! Walk into a class party and you will see that those children who are smiling the biggest are the one’s whose parents are attending the party.
…because people don’t get involved Wednesday, Feb 28 2007
baseball and children and family and life 10:47 pm
Little League Brat Boy Tuesday, Feb 27 2007
baseball and children and family and life 11:25 pm
I have to start by saying that I LOVE bringing my children to their little league practice six. days. a. week! Seriously, I thought it would be a pain in the butt, but it’s not. It is a chance to get out into the fresh air, practice a little before the real practice begins, and socialize with other team members and their parents. The problem is the one little brat on each and every team – you all know I’m telling the truth. Every team seems to have one. We got one whopper of a little butt head on one of our teams, a little boy we will call Brat Boy. He doesn’t stand in place, he dances; he doesn’t run, he dances and rolls across the field; and he is quick to point out EVERY little shortcoming that he considers a flaw in his teammates. He is bratty, has no sportsmanship, and actually throws the bat and stomps off when he strikes out. He loves to tell the smaller children that they are “little” and that they will never catch a ball that he throws to them. Then, of course, he tries to knock their hand off. He is such a brat! His parents seem to be oblivious to his ways, but not the coach. He calls this kid down on almost a daily basis. I’m just waiting for one of his flying bat fits to end with a child getting hurt. Parents – if you have a bratty child like this one, keep him home and teach him some manners before you bring him out into the world. Nobody likes this child, which is such a shame because he really is a cute child – until he opens his mouth!
Kids Are A Pain In The Ass Sunday, Feb 25 2007
children and family and life 2:25 am
Kids are a pain in the ass! I love them – wouldn’t trade them – but they really are a pain in the ass. I know there are parents who are probably passing out at the thought that someone like me (teacher, loving wife, loving, nurturing mother, does EVERYTHING for my children) would say such a thing, but it is true. You become a slave to your children from birth until they are at least eight or nine, and sometimes catering to their every need can be a pain in the ass, even though you love them, cherish them, and want the very best for them, let’s face it – kids really are a pain in the ass. Though I have to add that it’s a pain that I gladly handle every day of my life and I look on them with wonderment at the little individuals they are growing into. Just love them!
What Do I Say Friday, Feb 23 2007
This blogging business is so new to me that I just have a hard time trying to figure out what to write. Afraid to get too personal because a girl from work told me she did and it came back to bite her with her husband’s family. However, I am feeling the urge to just get real here and tell the whole truth about my life, my upbringing, everything – warts and all. It seems as though it would be theraputic if I do. (Did I spell theraputic correctly?) Don’t have time to grab the dictionary. I think I’ll take the plunge and just start writing from the heart and be brutally honest here. What do I have to lose? My in-laws? Sometimes I think that would be great – sometimes I think it would be tragic – depending on how well or bad the last visit went. Thankfully they are in Kentucky and I’m in Texas. I couldn’t handle them being in the the same state – I would Lose My Mind, and probably my marriage, in a matter of six months! So, beginning with my next post, I will get real about everything and deal with it later if I am found out.
Why Am I So Pissed? Friday, Feb 23 2007
Let me see – where do I begin? Here’s one of many: How about world events. I HATE it that we are at war and that people are dying. I have a 22-year-old, and I would die with her if she would be sent off to die in another country. No thank you. Every time I watch the news they profile yet another soldier who died in Iraq. It really pisses me off to know what their family must be going through. And it saddens me, because I somewhat know what their family is going through.
Hello World – It’s A Girl and Her Name Is Lisa Friday, Feb 23 2007
life 4:33 am
I can’t believe I’m blogging for the first time EVER! One can say that IAmSoPissed, a.k.a. Lisa, was born today, February 20, 2007, at 10:27 p.m. Of course I’ve heard of blogs, like on TV and stuff, but it was only the other day that a girlfriend told me about M.I.L.D.E.W. and all about blogging that I really found out for the first time what blogging actually is. I feel so ashamed! How can a 39-year-old woman live in this century and actually not know about blogging. Well ladies and gentlemen, that is going to change as of today. So, here I am World! Like me; love me; hate me; I don’t know, but for better or worse I’m going to give this whole blogging business a shot. We’ll see.
