Okay, so, admittedly, it is probably not a good idea to give yourself a pedicure after 2 20 oz lemon drop martinis, but I've had a very haried weekend of parenting, and damn it, I deserve to have pretty feet!
So, I'm probably going to regret drunk posting tomorrow, but I'm so full of witty repartee and I have no one to dazzle with it! so you are getting 100% unadulterated Rager Raging tonight! Hope you deserve it!
Gah! I read a plaque somewhere that said raising teenagers is like trying to nail jello to a tree. I think the author was WAY too ambitious! Gah!
So, Wednesday we went to the school to adjust my beautiful, intelligent, well rounded son's schedule for his Sr. year in high school. He decided it would be a fabulous idea to skip a year of math since he already had the required 3 credits of math. This was our first of many arguments. Because he had Algebra II last year, his only choices were Pre-Calc or statistics. As statistics is not a college prep class, that one is not even on the table. The principle won't even consider it. And he's not even going to dignify Nik's idea of NOT taking a math class this year. Out of the question.
Next topic, he's taking Nik out of Honor's English (which was supposed to be AP English, but not enough kid's had the required GPA so they lowered it to Honor's) even though the previous principle allowed the acceptance of his application into the program. His reason: Nik FAILED 11th grade English. Not only that, but brace yourself...he failed summer school English. Why? because he never bothered to turn in his final Research Paper. The one that he never told his mother he was assigned! Gah!!!
So, once the principle realizes that this is the first I'm hearing of this assignment, he apologizes, and he and Nik discuss whether or not he should be allowed to make it up. The principle gives in, and tells Nik he has 24 hours to complete this 4 page paper and get it turned in so he can have a passing grade for the summer school class that cost me $350 on top of the $6500 tuition I had already paid for him to fail two of his classed for the year.
Then, because of scheduling conflicts, and because my child lives a charmed life, he's going to have to allow him to take Honor's English, on top of Honor's Chem II and Pre-Calc...buh-bye social life for his Senior year...cuz now I'm going to have to baby sit him every step of the way...
I'm going to glaze over the details of the emotional break down both of us suffered at this point. Some very close friends and family members know the details. For the rest of my viewing public, suffice it to say that I now understand why some animals eat their young. Nik suffered what I can only assume was a brief mental breakdown, caused himself some minor physical harm and tried to play it off as my fault. Typical. But I have NO FRIGGEN IDEA where to go from here. Do I check him in somewhere and put him even further behind this year, or do I try to get him past this and hope he learns to get thru the hard shit. (pardon my language, but some instances just call for the hard stuff!)
I opt for the latter. I strip him of all individualism, take away all his electronic devices, and set him to task getting all of his assignment done. (oh, I forgot to mention, he had 3 books on his required reading list for AP - now Honor's - English class that needed to be journaled, that he deceived me into believing he had done in Summer School English - lies! all lies!)
So, fast forward to Sunday night...he still has ZERO written and has just discovered that he no longer has the instructions for writing the journals and none of his friends are in answering their cell phones - holiday weekend and all. I've been slaving away doing ALL of his chores for the last 4 days to make sure he didn't have any external stresses so he would be able to focus 100% on these assignments...I come in at 8:30 pm, tired, hungry, filthy and exhausted and he wants to know what's for dinner?
I lost my mind! I blew! I let him have it! I screamed! I called him names! I threatened him with bodily harm!
I won't go into all the details, but 3 hours later and 2 very large, very generous lemon drop martinis later, he's finished writing what he needed and I've just completed my first drunk pedicure...which, by the way, I'm terrified to see what it will look like tomorrow! Friends should never let friends give themselves drunk pedicures!
Maybe I'll post pictures...lol
Gah! I'd better get a HOUSEful of grand children or I'm gonna be one pissed off old lady!
