Today was a little weird. Below are the highlights.
Small Town Life:
Get this…the bus driver who will be driving the route that Jake will take (if I am brave enough to send him on the bus) actually called to introduce himself. He told us where the pick-up is and asked if we had any questions. Do you think it was inappropriate to ask him if he was ever accused of a crime or if he enjoys wearing women’s underwear?
Crappy toy dilemma:
I am mad at Hasbro. Jake has been begging for a Transformer toy FOREVER. I gave in yesterday and bought him one. It broke like 20 minutes after we left the store so we exchanged it for a completely different one. Today that one broke. So I had to break my son’s heart and tell him I was not getting him another one because they are junk.
Gas station non-conformity:
I had to get gas today in my van. I stopped at Speedway. I always go to Speedway. We have 2 in our town, 3 blocks apart and I went to the other one, the one I never go to. Why are the damn gas pumps different? I’m a tired, cranky and brain fried MOM, and I know just staring at the pump won’t make it go…but I must have stood there for 5 minutes trying to figure it out. Stupid yellow button next to the credit card slot. What the heck?
School supplies and hand sanitizer conspiracy:
I also went shopping for the rest of Jake’s school supplies today. Whoever invented school supply shopping needs to be tarred and feathered. Please, just charge me an extra $30, hell make it $60 and go buy in bulk for the whole classroom instead of forcing unsuspecting parents to spend 2 hours in Target to find 6 things. And HOLY CRAP if you can find hand sanitizer I think you can probably sell it on the black market and make millions. They didn’t have any normal sized bottles left, just small ones that looked like single-servings and big ones that will keep an entire planet clean. I decided not to look cheap and get the five-pound bottle.
I am not a pushover:
Jake is getting more creative in his “stalling” before bed. He goes to bed just fine but sometimes he comes out of his room like 5 times. Tonight it was “Mommy I think you need to cut my toenails.” “Now???? Um. No. You don’t need short toenails to sleep.” He bought it and went to bed and didn’t come back out.
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