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Sunday
23Nov
Sixth image
Nov 23, 2008 Meme from Dotty:
Go to the 6th file of photos on your computer. Choose the 6th photo. Post it.
Here it is, from 8-15-08, when the Godmother was out here visiting. I have no idea what was cracking Phoebe up so much, but Maisy is clearly trying to escape the crazy. I don't blame her.
If you do this leave a comment with a link to your post so I can check it out!
Wednesday
12Nov
Angry blogging
Nov 12, 2008
I guess it's kind of like drunk-dialing, only with less hangover and more fury.
I try not to blog about stuff like this very often, but I'm so damn mad. Marissa has been doing really shitty in school. She's the most well-liked kid, I swear, but her grades are crap, and going downhill fast. We've tried every. single. thing. we can think of to motivate her ass, but it's just not working. So the homeschool program I want to use for Phoebe does K-12. And we're enrolling Marissa. She clearly needs to be closely monitored, and I can't just let her piss away her grades -- if it's this bad now, think how much worse it will be in high school?
Anyway, of course we're asking my ex to pitch in for half of the tuition. It's not cheap, and it's for her education, so I feel justified asking him to contribute. After Bryan explained the situation to him on the phone tonight, he offered my ex the opportunity to get back on the phone with Marissa to talk to her about her report card.
You know what he said to her? He YAWNED and said he's TIRED. That's it. Those were his motivating words, his cautionary tale, that's how he expressed his disappointment in her grades, and how he tried to dig a little deeper to find out what's going on in her life.
I didn't expect a grand speech, but shit. I expected more than that. I'm so furious, but I guess that's just how he is. It makes me so angry because we get to be the bad guys, lecturing her, monitoring everything she does, calling her teacher every other day, and he can't even get it together enough to ask her what the hell is up.
Sickening.
I try not to blog about stuff like this very often, but I'm so damn mad. Marissa has been doing really shitty in school. She's the most well-liked kid, I swear, but her grades are crap, and going downhill fast. We've tried every. single. thing. we can think of to motivate her ass, but it's just not working. So the homeschool program I want to use for Phoebe does K-12. And we're enrolling Marissa. She clearly needs to be closely monitored, and I can't just let her piss away her grades -- if it's this bad now, think how much worse it will be in high school?
Anyway, of course we're asking my ex to pitch in for half of the tuition. It's not cheap, and it's for her education, so I feel justified asking him to contribute. After Bryan explained the situation to him on the phone tonight, he offered my ex the opportunity to get back on the phone with Marissa to talk to her about her report card.
You know what he said to her? He YAWNED and said he's TIRED. That's it. Those were his motivating words, his cautionary tale, that's how he expressed his disappointment in her grades, and how he tried to dig a little deeper to find out what's going on in her life.
I didn't expect a grand speech, but shit. I expected more than that. I'm so furious, but I guess that's just how he is. It makes me so angry because we get to be the bad guys, lecturing her, monitoring everything she does, calling her teacher every other day, and he can't even get it together enough to ask her what the hell is up.
Sickening.
