June 04, 2012

End of the Year

Everyone is kind of done here in this home. The boys are absolutely mentally checked out. Every day has become a struggle with Bones, but I think I received some good news today that may offset some of the bad feelings as of late.

So hopefully tomorrow, some good news.

Mr T is so ready for his freshman year to be over, it's just not even funny. He has been plagued with two terrible teachers and it's taken a mental toll on him. I paid for these bad teachers. Yes, I'm a little pissed, why do you ask?

But his freshman year has seen him really buckle down with study skills and he's launched himself pretty much into the first chair trombone position. He was asked to change band classes, but couldn't fit it in his schedule. He got an award this year for it at the Band banquet and he's pretty proud of himself.

Ringo has had some GREAT teachers. I paid for these GREAT teachers and I think they were worth every damn penny. Too bad we had to suffer through some aggravation to get there...

He pisses me off. He has such a gift and doesn't see it.

I came home from San Antonio at 10:00 one night, had to pack and leave at 5AM the next morning for Tyndall AFB. On my flight home from San Antonio, during my 7PM lay over I got a text that said, "Mom, I have my pre-calc final tomorrow morning. When you get home, can you help me study?"

*blink*

WTF? How long had he known about the test and now at 10PM at night I was going to try to cram Pre-Calc into his head?

Bonus was he sent me a txt saying, "I promise I've been studying and I only have a few areas I'm struggling with..."

He said that because last year we spent ALL of Memorial Day weekend with my trying to cram an ENTIRE Semester's worth of Geometry into his head. I think we spent 21 hours studying.

I tell him often that there must be some way for him to put this on my tombstone. "Here lies Mom, she once spent 21 hours teaching an entire semester of Geometry for an exam".

Anyway, I was still stressed. I got home at 10 and immediately we hit the books for an hour where there was quite a bit he didn't get. Probably only five or eight questions out of six pages, but... all a different area.

So I sat down and went through every area, and each time he said 'OH! That makes sense. Easy."

The kid pulled a B+... he got a 90 on the test.

And he doesn't realize how much of a blessing it is.

Anyway, it's done. He finished his Junior year, he made Honor role for the first time ever, every single quarter and he did pretty well.

Bones... well Bones is Bones and Bones stresses me out, so until tomorrow, we won't go there.

As for me, there is a small chair in my boss's cube that they call "Bou's Jump Seat". Nobody sits there but me. I ask the most questions, but then again, I was told by one of my co-workers the other day that he thinks that my job absolutely sucks. I pulled him in to help me the other day and after it was done he said, 'I hate this. Your job sucks. It stresses me out..."

So today I sat in the Jump Seat and my boss looked at me and said, "You... smell like flowers..." Which startled him because I don't wear pink, I don't wear perfume at work, I don't do flowery at work.

I looked at him and held up my big coffee mug, "It's not me. It's the hot tea. I'm drinking a honey ginseng tea. I'm stressed..."

He said, "Does it help?"

I replied, "The peppermint gum helps sometimes, it makes me not want to vomit so much, but it's not doing much lately. This tea seems to keep the burning in my stomach at bay..."

To which he replied in kind... "Maybe I should try the tea..."

That's about how we roll right now.

Posted by Boudicca at June 4, 2012 08:32 PM
Comments

Friday night dinner... wanna go? GNO?

Posted by: vwbug at June 5, 2012 04:53 AM

Let me check. I may be free...

Hey, thanks for spending forever and a day yesterday fixing my IT issues. That took a lot of patience and time and I appreciate it... I'm telling you, my cube is possessed. ;-)

Posted by: Bou at June 5, 2012 05:46 AM

More than your kids do... you triple earn every single summer. Good grief!!! You should get 3 summers every year just because.

Posted by: Teresa at June 5, 2012 03:42 PM

Teresa, I don't remember a school year that when it was over, I was this frickin' exhausted. I feel like I've been run over.

Posted by: Bou at June 5, 2012 10:00 PM