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When you stand at the crossroads and you’re faced with a decision that (you think) holds the outcome of the rest of your life…….  do you make it hastily?? Do you just weigh the pros and cons in a 5 minute pondering session and call it good??  Man … I’m just whack when it comes to making these decisions. Especially when it has to do with the well being of my kids. Do I take away his skateboard and all his skate shirts as punishment?? Or do I just give him a good talking to, knowing damn well he’s gonna forget again and continue the behavior?  I’m so bad about consistency…  like… really bad. “If you talk to me like that one more time I’m gonna take away your right to use the toilet and you’ll have to pee outside at night and then the dragons and night monsters are gonna come and bite your wiener off!!!!”  I admit, my idle threats tend to be something out of a fairy tale…  I go for the gusto…. I go for the things that will hit them right in the guts. Anders is catching on unfortunately. He’s 8. And mouthy, and disrespectful, and completely clueless. Don’t get me wrong, he’s witty and savvy and could survive on his own in Manhattan, but completely clueless with other things. Had a fine parenting moment the other day (which stabbed my heart all night afterward) and said,, “GEEZ Anders,,, did God give you at least ONE brain cell in your head??”   OUCH… I know… pretty harsh. I do believe, shortly thereafter, I called someone from my AA home group and left her a long voicemail about how my tongue was full of venom….   and asked what I should do about it.  ”Pause when agitated” is a key phrase in AA….   I’m so new to all of this tho’….  learning to live sober is like learning how to potty train…  you gotta piss in your pants a few times to understand how it all works.

So, Maggie here is home sick today. blah…   Last night was one of those nights when I put her to bed coughing. Had the vaporizor on her, Vicks…  the whole nine yards. Sittin’ on the couch watching the olympics with my hubby but not even paying attention to it because my motherly ear was focused on the sound of her coughs coming from upstairs. There’s the two-cougher, when a little phlegm comes up followed by about 45 seconds of silence. Then there’s the four-cougher that is followed by an evident gag…. and then there’s the cough all of us mothers know so well… the one that you know puke is right around the corner. The kid was born with a severe gag reflex. And since I’m a vomit-phobe, my radar for the gag vomit cough is hyper sensitive…   I put down my tea, jetted upstairs, hubby looked at me like I was nuts, because he didn’t even HEAR the preceding 10 coughs leading up to my jumping up off the couch. There she was, sitting up, puking in her indian style lap… lovely it was.  ”ERIC!!! I need you up here… NOW!!!”   We got her cleaned up and took her croupy cough feverish booty outside wrapped in a blanket and he sat out there with her for about 30 mins until her cough loosened up. She had pneumonia when she was 3 weeks old… so every time she gets some sort of chest cold, I’m like nurse Wratchet….  sneaking into her bedroom at night and laying on the floor next to her to listen to her breathe… listening for the crackle….   hate it when my Magrilla is sick ;c(   It’s the worst….  I’ve been volunteering in her class every Wednesday… and for the last three weeks, there’s at least 3 or 4 kids in her class that are soooooooo sick, but yet their parents still cart their little asses to school.  God forbid they take a day off from their important life to let their kid get better and stay home and not infect the entire class….  Don’t get me started on those parents…. they INFURIATE ME!!!  Again……. pause when agitated….

My little sister has been on my case about doing a blog post….   SO HERE YOU GO MARGARET!!  I want the mustard spread evenly around the bread, not just in the middle!!!!

Margaret used to wipe her boogers on the carpet in front of the t.v. …   and whenever it was time to change the sheets on our beds, my mom would find about 30 candy wrappers wayyyy down at the foot of the bed in the crook of the sheets.  I shouldn’t poke fun, because I was just nosing around in Anders’ room the other day… this was on Thursday.. the day of his Valentine’s party at school. So I open his little shoe box full of all his valentines and I kid you not, there were about 20 empty candy wrappers in the box. And we’re talking big stuff…. like… full candy bars… suckers… you name it…  And I was like, “ummm Anders,, what happened to all your Valentines candy from your valentines cards?”   And he said,, “Mom…. we had a party today and Miss Miller let us eat our candy!!”  and I was like,, “Ummm yah,,, you have eaten like 100 pieces since you had your party dude!!”  and you know what he says to me???   He says… “MOM!! Get the heck outta my room, you’re being nosey and you’re invading my privacy!!”….   Really??  I’m invading YOUR privacy??  For serious??  and then I went off on the “I carried you around in my body for 9 months” schpeel…   That one doesn’t phase him anymore.

The whole purpose of this blog post was to say that I think we have decided ultimately to put Maggie into Spanish immersion kindergarten….  And this is AFTER I waited in line at the elementary school at 5 am to get into all day English kindergarten.. dumb…   And now… now that we’re leaning towards putting her into the Spanish, now I get to get up at 4am AGAIN, and drive my happy ass down to the district office in Wilsonville to wait it out there for entrance into the class. Real fun… fun times.. fun times waiting in line at 5 am in the rain, sans coffee, sans breakfast sandwich, skipping my morning meeting. But everything we’re reading on the outcome of kids placed in Spanish immersion, it’s like a no-brainer. She’s gonna do well… we think…    They say that in the beginning, the students are a shade behind their peers because they are having to use something like 32% more of their brain just to understand what the teacher is saying. Spanish immersion is just that… Spanish IMMERSION… there’s no English…  So their little brains are working on overdrive to figure out what’s going on,,, but it’s THAT part of the brain that is developed, ultimately giving them a huge advantage over the English students when it comes to learning more efficiently. They have more brainpower. Not only that,, but they are fluent and bi-lingual by 5th grade. High school Spanish???  Shoot….  then she could take yet a third language in high school because she’s already mastered what is turning out to be the prevalent, secondary language in the U.S.A. today. She’s a smart little cookie that Maggie Georgia…. I think she’s going to do jussssssst fine.  Dora ain’t got nothin on her!!!!

I’ve GOT to get to work now MARGARET!!!  But if it wasn’t for you harping on me about not blogging lately,, then I wouldn’t have been able to type out my own convincing testimonial as to why we should put Maggers in Spanish….  Si….  Si mi hermana pequena!!   Te amo mucho!!!

Adios amigos!! Necisito a trabajar mucho hoy….  Necisito mas (what is coffee?)…..

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