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Month: November, 2012

Reason to cheer.

 

Reason to cheer.

These are the stick people I drew on the back of the card I game g-son this morning.

These are the stick people I drew on the back of the card I game g-son this morning.

 

Yesterday did not pass without its challenges. First g-son arrived home at almost 4 p.m. He had extended day. Extended day is where receives help where he is deficient. That would be in math. They lets out at 3:05.

I asked g-son to pull the garbage can into the yard and he complained that he had to do everything. So I put on my coat and in my flip flops with no socks went out in the cold to pull the garbage in the yard. He better not ask me for anything.

When I got back in I asked, “Why are you late?”

He says, “We were playing football.”

“Didn’t I tell you to come straight home?. I was so proud of you yesterday.”

“Oh, you wanted me to act like that all the time?” Then he says, “I’ll tell you the truth. I didn’t go to extended day.”

“Why and what were you doing from 2:20 to 4 o’clock?” I demanded.

“Some boy took my coat and threw it on top of the fence.”

“How did you get your coat back?”

“T climbed up to get it for me.”

The story sounded so fishy, so he offers a better one.

“Okay, really Gramma I was throwing my coat up and I throw it too high and it got on the fence.”

“Why didn’t you have your coat on? It’s 40’ something degrees out there?”, fence

“I don’t know?

He changes his uniform and comes down whining, “I’m hungry.”

“Why? I gave you lunch.”

“Because Mrs. B,” she’s the same teacher who he accused of hitting him and eating his lunch before. “Made us go back to class as soon as we got to the lunch room. It’s the truth I can prove it.”

He goes in his book back and brings out a soggy sandwich. “So can I have something to eat?”

“Yea eat your sandwich.”

“It’s wet.”

“We can’t afford to waste food”

“But Gramma look at it.”

It was really gross looking so I said, “okay eat the fruit cup.” I also let him drink a Dananimal.

There goes my he better not ask for anything plan.

After he finishes his snack he say, “ Okay this is the really, real truth. Some kid in the fifth grade wanted to fight me.”

“What’s the kids name? I don’t know he’s in the fifth grade.”

“Okay so I have to come back to the school.”

“No I can handle it. What about Mrs. B.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be alright.”

Never a dull moment with this kid. He did his homework and was finished early. But his fresh mouth he talked back to me and he wasn’t allowed any TV time. He took his shower and I had to send him back in to use soap and wash the upper part of his body. His fresh mouth this time earned him losing his ‘Bey Blades’. He threatened to stay up all night if I didn’t give them back. I told him it was okay but when I tell him to go to bed he better get in it and not get out. He started fussing, complaining and whining none of which paid attention to. Finally I said all you have to do is say you’re sorry. So under his breath he grumbles, “sorry.”

“When you say it like you mean it.”

He get up sits next to me and says, “I’m sorry Gramma.”

“Okay,” I say.

“So can I have them back?”

“It depends on how you behave tonight and how quickly you get ready in the morning.”

“Okay can I watch TV.”

This morning he got dressed quickly, brushed his teeth and washed his face. I gave back his Bey Blades and told him I will take them away and he wouldn’t get them back for a long time if he gets fresh again. He left quickly for school, however he was hesitant he didn’t go to meet T.

I think I might go and meet him after school today.

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It’s Not My Fault?

I knew it wasn’t going to last. Little man came straight home. He did his homework and finished in record time. His friend T came over and they were battling their Bey Blades. They are the 2012 version of tops. T confirmed that the teacher did pushed G-son. His mom is going to the school today. T also asked if I would send him a note/poem some time. (see note below) G-son took his shower and as a treat for being well behaved, I rented Brave, Cute movie. The movie ended about 9:30 he went to bed late.

When school first started I was getting him up at 6:15 a.m. then I started waking him up later 6:30 a.m. Yesterday he was ready by 7 a.m. Teeth brushed and face washed. I told him if he got ready like that every morning I would wake him up at 7 a.m. He leaves at 7:40 a.m.

Sigh* This morning I woke him up at 6:50 a.m. He came downstairs at 7:26 a.m. He couldn’t find a foot of his sneaker. He didn’t brush his teeth or wash his face. He had a tantrum because the bus was stopped at the red light. He procrastinated about getting the newspaper for me. Complaining he was going to miss the bus.  If he got the paper hand it to me he would have caught the bus. What is today’s topic? Amazing, we, grandmother’s really are psychic.

Maybe I rewarded one night and day of good behavior too quickly. It’s another day and what is brings is a mystery. Tomorrow is Friday and his dad is supposed to pick him up. I’m looking forward to his weekend with his dad. I’m sure he will have fun and I will get some well needed rest.

PROCRASTINATION

FRIENDS/Super Gramma

Super Gramma!!

Yes I’m patting myself on the back! G-son came home in a foul mood. He didn’t want to do his homework and complained that a teacher hit him.

I put my foot down and no homework no nothing. No TV, computer, toys nothing. Oh, he could read or study his multiplication table. I called his dad and they made arrangements for the weekend. I’m praying and I’m asking for your prayers as well, that his father doesn’t disappoint him.

Last night the 82 year old woman known as granny. Who sleeps down the hall from my little man, went on an AARP trip. She slept away from home. Little man is scared to sleep upstairs by himself. So we had a sleep over. I was in the bed next to him.

This is not important to this story but I just had to share this. I soaked in the tub. It has been almost five years. The hot water was heavenly on my feet, knees and back. Okay back to the story.

I lay in bed reading blog emails until I drifted off. G-son fell asleep while I was soaking. I woke up late this morning. I went downstairs brushed my teeth then made a PB N J sandwich for little man’s lunch. I made a turkey bacon, egg and cheese for his breakfast to go. He likes to eat it in school. While doing this I wrote FRIENDS.
G-son was out the door on time. Thank you very much. I got dressed and walked the seven blocks to the school to address the teacher hitting issue and a few other things that will go unmentioned. I forgot to give little man his juice for his lunch so he had to come to the office and saw that I came to address the issues he had.

So now I’m blogging about it now. Did I mention it’s cold and wet out? The precipitation was switching from rain and hail while I was walking.

Thanksgiving Weekend 2012

 

Rules

November 20, 2012

HOORAY IT’S MONDAY

 

We Live for the Weekend

Lets get this clear little man lives for the weekend. Gramma lives for Monday.
Have a great weekend all.

Sticks and Stones

So why don’t baboons have hair on their butts? I gave G-son an answer but I would like to see what all of you think.

The Hiatus is Over

Has it really been almost three weeks since I last posted in Peanut Butter N Jelly. Sandy hit us hard here in NY Read my diary here and my poem here

Our lights went out the first night. G-son’s school was being used as a shelter. So school was closed the whole week. I suggested he read a book and it would help the time go by. But sitting and reading was of no interest to little man. I even offered to read to him. No, that wasn’t what he wanted. We ended up playing cards, talking and listening to the radio. He almost knows how to play Heart and Soul on the piano. My roommate CB took our phones, including my kindle to charge. I had to help G-son understand if he sits up and play on the Kindle all night he won’t have any battery life in the morning.

Friday arrives, we boil water and wash the important parts and get dress. To the library we go. The buses are free, yay! We spend a few hours in the there. I wrote about it in the diary above link.
The weather forecast was predicting the weather to drop by the weekend. So we packed up and went to my daughter’s house. Just as soon as we got settled I got a call from CB saying the lights were back on. I travel on a disability bus service and it was too late to make arrangements for Sunday. Monday early, so I thought. There was no paper delivery, no TV all week. All the radio was talking about was the devastation in the different Tri-State areas. I didn’t know it was daylight savings time. I lost my extra hour this year.

We get home Monday, washed clothes, showered and got comfortable. School was still closed since g-son and many other schools were being used as shelter. No school Tuesday election day.

G-son’s father picked him up and took him to school on Wednesday, can you hear me breathe a sigh of relief. I love that boy, I really do. But he really can work the nerves. Thursday was snowing and g-son doesn’t have boots. Sigh, another day home. Friday all the snow melted and he returns to school. I was in such a rush to send him off. I forgot to give him his lunch. It was okay he can have the school lunch.

I gave him the note scheduled for Friday. I basically told him to have a good day. Get back in the groove and that I love him. He said someone took his note yesterday. Sigh* it’s always something.
Today is open school night. So it’s a half day of school. I convinced little man’s father that he should attend with me. He agreed. G-son is not happy about that. But I hope it will help him get back on the right track.

Tomorrow the notes will resume.