Love bites

In March the kid was dumped by her boyfriend. She was sad for a day or two but got over it quite quickly.

Or so we thought.

Last week he asked her to be his girlfriend again. Apparently he had broken up with her because she wasn't playing with him during recess. But, we really wanted to get back together. So, they did.

Yesterday she told her dad that they had broken up. He asked if anyone else knew this. "Just me, so far," she said. And she, and I quote, "dumped" him today. Why? Vengence. Yup, she even admitted it. "I dumped him because he broke up with me."

If this is grade 3, what the hell are we going to do when she is in grade 10?

Lost and (never) Found

Last night wasn't fun in our house. I picked the kid up from her after school program and we were discussing various things on the way home. Including the fact that she had to bring her sneakers to the track and field meet (that is happening today). That's when she let me know that she had lost her two-week old sneakers. The ones that cost me $75* - on sale.

When did she lose the shoes? On Monday. I found out on Wednesday and not because she volunteered the information. And she misplaced her lunch bag today.

I took her back to school and we talked to the people at her before school program since that is where she forgot them. They didn't know where they were. We emptied out the Lost and Found bin. There were shoes but not her shoes. I think they are long gone. I just hope that whoever ended up taking them really needed a pair or new shoes.

The kid has a track and field meet today so I bought her new shoes. The $20 kind since the expensive shoe store had already closed at that point. It seems the kid had been borrowing running shoes from another kid this week. She was planning on borrowing them for the meet too. On the plus side, she made the relay team wearing shoes that didn't belong to her or fit her feet well. I'd be proud if I wasn't so annoyed that she can't keep track of her possessions.

So far this year she has lost:

• 1 sweatshirt
• 1 pair of pants
• 1 two-week old winter coat
• 1 lunch bag
• 1 two-week old pair of shoes

Sigh. Maybe she won't lose anything in grade 4? Oh, and I checked her locker when we were at school. Guess what I found? Only two leftover lunches.

* Why am I that parent who buys a child $75 shoes? Whenever I buy her the $20 shoes from Payless or Walmart they have fallen apart after three weeks. She's pretty hard on her shoes. However, the last pair of expensive shoes she had lasted 18-months. And they are still in pretty good shape. She just outgrew them. I think I saved a lot of money by buying those expensive shoes.

So... we're going to hell...

Full disclosure - hubby and I do not go to church despite
being married in a church and being baptized as babies
(and we had the kid baptized). I don't have anything against
church, I just don't want to go. Officially we're Christian.
But we follow  the agnosticism philosophy and believe
that everyone can believe whatever they like - provided 
nobody is harmed and everyone is treated with respect.
As far as I am concerned you can be Muslim,
Christian, Jewish, Hindu, Atheist or believe
in the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I don't care.
To each their own. Maybe I'm actually an Apatheist.

The kid hasn't been to church that often. We've discussed the various religious beliefs and she
recently decided that she wanted to read the Bible stories. When she was baptized (see, we're not that awful) her aunt gave her a Children's bible. We tried reading them to her when she was three but she wasn't interested.

She read them all today. Her verdict. "Those are pretty crazy stories. Harry Potter is way more believable since at least in that book they didn't bring people back from the dead.They're so crazied up. I guess the version you read is less crazied up."

At least she has a vague background on Christianity now. Now we just need to get her a kids Coles Notes overview of the other religious beliefs.


The ickiness continues...

I did a spot check on the kid's locker today.

What did I find. Well, her gym bag was thrown on the floor of her locker. Also on the floor (and not in the bag) were her gym clothes. And there were three half eaten lunches.

Yup. I talked to the teacher. I don't think there is anything he can do about this but I wanted to make sure he knew we were trying to stop the black plague from taking down her grade three class.

I suppose it could be worse - at least she isn't taking biology. There could have been a dissected pig fetus in there.

Hubby and I then had to come up with a punishment. I wanted something that fit the crime. I found the solution by thinking about what I would have hated at her age. We made her help with the garbage/recycling/dog poop cleanup.

This is definitely NOT HER FAVOURITE thing to do.

Later today we're going to spend part of our PD day together cleaning the garage. I'm expecting child services to visit us any day now.

Presents from the cat

Not actually my cat.

It seems we have (or had) a couple of mice in the house again. I know this because my husband had to dispose of two.

On Monday morning (at 5:15) we were woken by the cat shrieking in our bedroom. She was very excited. It could have meant she had a toy (she does love a good spring or elastic band) but she was breathing a little heavy. I got up and looked at the ground. Something was there and it didn't look like a spring.

I turned on the light and confirmed my suspicions. While hubby headed over to dispose of the corpse we realized it was alive. This was obvious when the cat bonked it on the head and it squeaked.

He drowned it. Although one of his coworkers thinks he should have cut off its head. That's too messy for me.

On Tuesday morning I went downstairs and discovered that same cat lying on the floor in front of the kid's bedroom door. The cat had decided to share her presents and bring a dead mouse for the kid. Incidentally, the kid thought that was awesome and was thrilled to be the beneficiary of such a gift. We were just glad this one was dead.

Teaching the kid to cook

The kid will eat broccoli quite happily now. All it takes is some nacho cheese. I figure since she likes to eat popcorn with nacho cheese at the theatre she'll surely love this vegetable. I even made her make it.

Now she's begging me to let her make it on weekends. Let's see how long this lasts. ;D

My bucket list

I'm always had a temperamental tummy. By the time I was turned two I knew about the Barf Bucket and could get it myself and use it with no assistance.

In my 35 years I have thrown up in lots of places. I'm lucky that way.

I recently crossed an important goal off my bucket list. I finally threw up in a taxi cab. And a New York cab at that! Now, that was super fun. In a not-at-all sort of way.

I'm just glad that I had bought the husband bagels before going to the airport. They were in a paper bag and they gave me a plastic bag for them too. That plastic bag didn't hold the bagels for long. I was sure my nausea was caused by the cab driving so quickly, stopping so suddenly and weaving in and out of traffic.

Turns out I actually was sick. I went to my parents house from the airport and the next afternoon the kid and I flew to Texas. And I got to use both of our barf bags. I used mine as we landed and had to use hers while we waiting to exit the plane. This was the first time I threw up on an airplane while not pregnant.

I had a bug of some sort. Luckily nobody else got it. And by day 3 of our vacation I was pretty much okay again. And I was fine on the plane home. The kid decided I must have had travelitis from travelling too much.

But, next time I got to New York City I am bringing barf bags in my purse.