Some goddesses are puzzled by this...like me...
Why do moms get their stomaches all tied in knots when their kids have a problem, or are having trouble with a class? Is it just me? Or do all moms do this?
This is pretty typical of how the kids are sleeping this week.
We've been able to revisit Romeo and Juliet this term...term paper editing tomorrow night!
I told the boy and girl about a year ago that their science homework was to the point that I couldn't really help explain things to them anymore....it doesn't seem to matter. I hated physics in high school and hated it more in college...so guess what they were in Washington, DC while it was being covered and sick for the explanations? Right. Physics. Laws of motion. Newton and crap. Ugh!
I know how important some of those concepts are, but it's the last week of the term and all work has to be in by Thursday. Guess what the boy is having trouble with? Yep. My favorite subject!
The dear hubby hates math and I get stuck with explaning those concepts to the kids, why can't he explain the science? Oh yeah, he didn't take that much science either! Crap!
The kids were both sick with high temperatures the week before spring break and missed a week before that because of their trip so it's crunch time. They only have a few days to get their work done and caught up, and now mom is running a temperature and has been for 2 weeks despite all the anti-inflamatories I normally take. :(
I guess it's nice that I finally have a temperature to break...it means my immune system is finally trying to fight the illness. But my lungs were much happier a few weeks ago. Now coughing hurts, thinking hurts (what's new?) and hell, even sleeping hurts.
Since this is the last week of the term, hubby and I also became grandparents for the last few days to obnoxiously robotic plastic dolls that have a VERY high creep factor. Ick! If babies looked and acted like this, the human race would be dead within a generation!
The girls little 'boy' was Jack, and no, the eyes don't close, it's always got that creepy Chucky stare.
And the boy's, "little darling" girl was Jill...told repeatedly and often to shut up.
This excercise seems somewhat futile for my children. They already got the point. They are in no way ready to be parents and don't want to be.
Mom and Dad have had some fun, though. Telling them all those grody infant stories of when they were babies!
At least this way they've heard about the joys of exploding diapers and 4 am feedings before they had to experience the fun for themselves.
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