It's McLinky Monday over at The RHOK and this Mondays Q is Back to school happy or sad?
Well let me see how many ways I can dissect this question...
With B2S come new clothes but not for me...a few weeks ago we took the hellions to pennys for new undies and bra-ers....I proudly places my new bra and granny panty on the counter when everyone looks at me and someone I'm not saying which someone
eric asked me if I had some higher education in my future....
With B2S comes new supplies like paper,pens in every color,rulers,cool shiny folders and notebooks but not for me...I may or may not have accidentally on purpose dropped a bunch of green pens in one, I'm not saying which one
Jessica of the kiddos carts implying you reallllly need these right and then she snitched on me...traitor
With B2S comes yearbooks that cost $100, $15 parking permits, making sure lunch accounts have money in them, joining PTA(at 3 different schools), cute motorcycle cops in the school zones,waking up EARLY to make a hot nutritious breakfast so I can help my kiddos get the best start on each day... this so applies to me because my wallet will be raided, I will be up with the roosters-making whatever each child would like for breakfast and I will be smiling and waving at the cute motorcycle cop on my way to drop off at school....by week 2 I will be... throwing a piece of bread and bottle of water at each child as they stumble to my car with boogies in their eyes because they wouldn't wash their face then have to turn around and come home at least twice because someone forgot something like brushing their teeth or a school ID and I am no longer smiling and waving at the not so cute motorcycle cop as I try to get my childrens to school on time without getting a ticket...Homeschoolers feel free to mock me....
With B2S comes Fall and daylight savings and cooler weather and pumpkins and Halloween and firewood...this really has nothing to do with back to school it just makes me happy....
B2S means I won't have to listen to this type of drivel all day
You doucher pro-nounced dow-sher
You dork
Your a Douche Bag-pro-nounced just like massengil would
You whore-DON'T call me the H word!
I'm rubber you are glue bounce off me and stuck on you...over and over and over
Here are the culprits on their first day of school last year...my my my have they ever changed
and so on and so on...just keepin it real folks...they are teens and while I am very blessed that they don't chase each other around with kitchen knives or resort to physical violence...their vocab arguments are insane....
I think I was suppose to be answering a question and my answer is no I am not happy, okay maybe a teeny tiny bit that they are going back to school...and I can tell you why I am not happy...quite simply...it means I am getting older...
My confession for today: I swear I am not vain! But my aching bones and wrinkles tell me otherwise and I really wanna visit a Chiropractor...he can fix anything right?
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