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Ding Dong, Avon Calling: Another School Rant

Two years ago, I ranted about school supply lists. This year, I dutifully bought the boxes of Kleenex that were asked of me. (Even though Karen told me that the teachers never tell them what to do with them, so the boxes sit in their lockers all year, and then when they have locker clean-out, they just dump the boxes on someone’s desk. Nice.)

I didn’t rant about the supply lists this year. They seemed pretty normal.

But AFTER school starts comes the fun part.  SELL! SELL! SELL!

Mark is in Concert Orchestra and is expected to sell three 25% off coupons to Macy’s for this Saturday. Each coupon is $5. So, tomorrow he is supposed to go to school with $15. Ideally, he’s found 3 suckers that want to go to Macy’s on Saturday and shop. Unfortunately, he is not the salesman-type, so we will be sending in a check for $15, keeping these coupons, and not even use them ourselves because we have plans all day Saturday.

Is this for a special orchestra trip, you ask? No, my friends, it is not. In fact, I have no idea what it is for, or how it benefits my child. I know other orchestras go do things, but as far as I know, his does not. (There is a slight possibility that I have not seen the information that tells us what the money is used for. I don’t always get all the papers that are to be given to me) Last year, we had to sell $15 worth of car washes. Apparently, the place where they usually do their car wash was torn down, so now they’re doing this Macy’s thing.

So, yeah, a check for $15 isn’t going to kill us. But, later in the year, there will be another fundraiser for the orchestra…selling coffee.  I’m sure the coffee is delicious. Most coffee is. It is a wonderful beverage. HOWEVER, I’m sure we will be asked to sell more than I could ever use. (Well, maybe not ever use, but you know what I mean.)

I’d just like to know the “buy out” number. Tell me how much you need from each person, and instead of having to double that (if we’re lucky) just to get some coffee, I’ll just pay that.

Ever since elementary school my kids have been asked to sell something. When they were in elementary school, we sold gift wrap. (Actually, it was pretty nice gift wrap, I have to admit) But, at least the money (50%) went to the whole school, and was a once-a-year thing. You sold gift wrap in the fall, and then you were done.

In middle school, it’s magazine subscriptions. Okay, I get that. I need my Entertainment Weekly, so I’ll get it from the school. It’s a good deal for me, and it apparently works for them. Plus, it is also the only thing that we are asked to sell.

We don’t go from house to house selling any of this stuff, mind you. We ask a few relatives, and that’s about it.

Then comes high school. Where it is every man for himself. Whatever activity you are in, you usually end up having to sell something. Or, in Mark’s case with the track team last year, he had to send out letters to people (a mandatory number of people, mind you) asking for donations. “This is the way colleges do it, and they do it successfully.” Unbelievable.

JUST TELL ME AN AMOUNT THAT YOU NEED, AND I’LL WRITE A CHECK! Or at least give me that option. If I’m a salesman-type person, then maybe I’d rather go around and sell stuff. But, this gal ain’t one of those folks.

Now that I have that off my chest, I’d like to give a shout out to my son’s Cross Country team. They are not asking us to sell anything. They used to charge a little more for the spirit wear that they have, and that would go to the team for the end of season banquet, yearbook ad, etc. But now they don’t even do that. They charge less for the spirit wear and ask parents to donate an amount of money. THANK YOU! I gladly wrote that check.

This was a 700 word rant. I’m sorry that you had to read through all of it. If you did, indeed, read this whole thing, how about telling me how you feel about this stuff with your kids?

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Like a Baby

Ever wonder why people use the phrase “slept like a baby?”  In my experience, babies aren’t that great of sleepers.  They wake up several times a night.  What’s so wonderful about that?

But, the phrase, “cry like a baby” makes a lot more sense.  Babies cry.  Hard.  And, so did I yesterday.  I sent my son off to high school as a Freshman.  Sometimes he looks so grown-up and other times, like yesterday, he looked so young. As soon as I shut the door as he walked to school, I bawled my head off.  Tom looked at me as if I’d lost my mind.  So many things were swirling in my head.  Would he actually find his locker in time? (As of that morning, he still didn’t know exactly where it was.) Would he have someone to sit with at lunch? Since he forgot his lunch and left it at home, would he be able to figure out how buying lunch worked?  Would he find all his classes?  And, finally, how did my little baby grow up so fast?

I’m happy to report that he had a good day.  Even though I had to wait until 5:30 to find out.  He has joined the Cross Country team this year, and, in fact said that was his favorite part of the day.  🙂 

And, yes, I waited and waited for him to come home.  I was out in the front yard “pulling weeds” so that I could see him when he was coming down the sidewalk.

Visiting the Past

The start of the school year usually brings joy into the hearts of many moms.  “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” is not just for Christmas anymore, my friends.

This year has been off to a rocky start.  My emotions are all over the place.  But, lots of anxiety and some crying spells.  “What is up with that?” I’ll ask myself.  Often.

I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a job.  An opportunity has presented itself and I have been giving it some serious thought.  But, my mental/emotional state has seemed to have put the kibosh on it.  I keep wondering, “Is it temporary?  Is it something that isn’t going to get better unless I take some action?” 

Then it hit me.  This seemed to have a little “deja vu” ring to it.

I decided to see if I happened to mention this time period in my blog last year.  Lo and behold, sure enough, there it was.  September 2008 I was having a tough time. 

Good news all around.  You see, as I read it, I realized that last year was ten times worse.  YES!  This ain’t so bad.  AND, it was temporary.  I’ve lived to tell about it.  It didn’t require an increase in medication.  Just some meditation and time.

Thank you, WordPress.com!

Let the Mules Out

The school year ends one week from today.  What the what?!??  Where did the time go?  How is it possible that I will no longer have a child in elementary school?  I feel like just woke from an 8-year coma, and found out that my kids grew up.

You WILL See This New Word

My good friend, MJ, who actually turned me on to blogging, wrote a new post the other day, and coined a new term.  It is such a good one, that I am sure you will hear it pop up in our culture very soon.  “Posterboarding”

Now anyone that is a parent, may already guess what this term means.  This is one reason I think it will catch on.  “Posterboarding” is when your child informs you that s/he needs you to do something in order for them to complete a project the next day.  I believe we have all been there. 

“Mom, I need a poster for my book report that is due tomorrow.  Do we have any posterboard?”  –You’ve been posterboarded.

“Dad, I need you to burn this music onto a cd for my talent show audition tomorrow.”  (MJ’s example) –You’ve been posterboarded.

My personal real example–“Mom, for tomorrow I have to make a family tree on posterboard and bring in three artifacts that are important to our family.”  –I was posterboarded. 

Fortunately, I already had the posterboard here, but the three artifacts involved calling my parents, getting their family crests, copying them, etc.  The killer on this one was that this occurred on a Sunday.  This chick had all  weekend to tell me about it. 

I wonder if there is such a thing as Posterboard Rage.

Oscar the Grouch Welcome Here!

Oh my gosh.  I just spent an hour in the basement cleaning up my daughter’s side.  It was supposed to be a classroom for her to pretend to be a teacher.  But, trust me, this property would be condemned, if it were. 

I lugged out: 2 trash bags of trash, 1 bag of stuff for charity, and a large box of recycling items. 

The problem is…you can hardly tell I did anything!

Now, if I had asked her to do it, it would have been a disaster because she would have cleaned about 15 minutes and then start playing, thinking it was done.  Plus, she would have saved a lot that I threw away.  Papers, awards, papers, notebooks, papers, glue sticks, and more paper.  Geez!  I thought I had a paper problem!

My son’s side of the basement is entirely Legos.  He and his friend build towns and then shoot movies with the them.  Pretty cool.  But, he doesn’t want to put them in boxes or sort them or anything like that.  He just spreads them out on the floor so that he can see what he has.  I’m fine with that.  If I asked him to clean it up, he could just scoop up all the Legos and put them in bins until the next time he wanted to use them.

Of course, my husband’s section of the basement is very tidy.  Well, for a workshop, anyway.  He’s got stuff where he wants it.  And, can probably find it when needed.

My section is somewhat organized.  Right after my stay in the loony bin I got a bee in my bonnet (what’s that phrase about?) to start cleaning stuff up and out.  So I had these shelves that we just jam-packed with stuff and I had no idea where to find anything other than Christmas stuff.  That holiday has it’s own shelf.  Now, that is all pretty organized.  I have had some stuff spill out of there into the adjoining section that is considered “common ground” and I really should get around to picking through it or finda place for it all.  But, until then, I’m good with it.

So, now I’m sitting here, taking a break, in front of the box fan, just waiting to cool off enough to take a shower.

But, let this serve as a warning.  If ANYONE reading this blog buys my daughter any more “School Stuff,” prepare for the Wrath of ZUZU!!!!  Unless, of course, it is an industrial strength vacuum cleaner.

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