Sunday, October 27, 2013

weekends at our place

So this is what we did on Saturday.  Me, Punk, Kooka, even Rico and Yoda were in the loop.  We spent the whole day at the studio with Broadway actors, Hollywood coaches, make-up people. Rico and Yoda delivered lunch, and ran teachers to and from the Orpheum in Minneapolis. It was a long, gloriously fun day.  It was the kind of event that makes me happy that I started this crazy business. The kids were wonderful, the teachers fabulous, and the day raced past before we knew it.

Punk was pretty excited when the actor from Broadway's Wicked chose him as one of the Broadway Bound performers.  (He did perform a rather rousing rendition of Telly from Matilda, at which point Kyle said,  "Wow, I just. I just don't even have any critique. That was just really good. Really good.")  Punk was thrilled.  It was extra cool that his BGFF Hannah was chosen too.

Here's a pic:

Thursday, October 24, 2013

why i hate public school

Yeah I do.

It's not a popular statement, and my kids don't read this enough for me to worry, so I'll say it again.

I F-ING HATE public school.

Oh yeah - and that last sentence was fraught with about 37 less swearwords than I've actually used in the past 30 minutes.

Don't bother reminding me about the wonderful benefits public school provides - I know, I get it.

But I've also HAD IT UP TO HERE.

Here's why:

Juggling three kids schedules is hard enough right.  But no, it's not three kids' schedules.  It's three kids, two of whom have 9 teachers each, at least 3 co-cirricular advisors (not to mention extras that our family deems important, church, piano etc.)  By my estimation, I am now juggling approximately 37 people's schedules.  Oh yes I am.

One teacher says I must watch a 12 minute video tonight, or my kid will get an F on the assignment.

Another teacher says that if my kid is not dressed in black shirt, black pants, black belt, black tie, black socks, black shoes he won't get an A on his required performance.  Kid can't drive himself, and black oxfords don't exactly grow on trees in these parts, so that's another 4 hours out of my day. Hell, come spring I think I'm just springing for a black full-body tattoo.  Kid can go stark naked from here til senior year - he'll never outgrow it, and it's save me another 6 trips to Kohls, or the mall, or God-knows-where.

Another teacher requires another video be watched.  Said video cannot be watched on the brand new iPads the school provides - because guess what? . . . I-pads don't support flash!!!!! So that's another 20 minutes for me to stop my work, find this video online and let the kid watch it.

Between two kids there are four tests tomorrow.  Oh - but we can't study for them, because the study guide for it was handed out today, and it's not finished yet.  "Why," you ask?  I would be more than happy to explain.

Because there were three hours of after-school rehearsal today.  And after that, a performance.  We stayed for the entire thing instead of just leaving when our kid was done, because A) that would be rude and B) we were reminded at least three times by teachers that it would be rude.

Long story short - kid gets home at 10:30 has two tests to study for, two assignments due tomorrow, 6 pages of study guide to finish and then study.  Other child has four pages of homework, and an early wake-up call tomorrow.  Bear in mind, they've already been at school - at SCHOOL EVENTS since 7:45 AM!  For those of you not keeping up with the math  - that's 14 HOURS STRAIGHT.

Yes -let's recap:

They have been in school for nearly 14 hours.  They have three hours of homework left and about 30 minutes of it is supposedly stuff that I am required to finish.


Now - any ONE of these things would be ok.  I could even let two slide - but seriously?  Is there absolutely no dispensation for the fact that we have been at the school's beck and call for 14 hours and then we aren't even allowed to shower or sleep until 3 hours later?

Yeah yeah - school's great - you get out what you put in, blah, blah blah.
We have a great school.
We do.
Great teachers.
But seriously.
Something's got to give.

And it is probably my sanity.

Sunday, October 20, 2013


Tonight my baby moved from her toddler bed into a twin sized, fully bonafide big-kid-bed.

I thought this would be harder.

I thought that much like the first two, I would sob audibly while dismantling the toddler bed and last vestiges of her babyhood.  I thought I would stroke the mattress longingly, recalling the very first time I laid my brand new daughter to sleep in her own home.

Not so much.

Instead, I took her shopping, and despite my control freak issues with bedding matching curtains, matching dresser knobs, matching closet valances, matching pillows - I let her pick out her OWN bedspread.

No big deal you say?
Punk is 14. He chose an orange pillowcase when he was 11, and he had to beg.

Why am I like this with number 3?

I'm not sure, but I have a guess.

As much as I know that she is my baby, that her childhood is racing past me faster than Usain Bolt can run to the fridge - as aware as I am, I am also aware of this:

I will not be her mother as long as I will Punk and Kooka's. Whether she is 20, 40, 60 or 80, she will be on her own much sooner than either of them. She will have to trust her instincts, trust herself, trust that she is OK without her parents before any of her siblings do.

I think that is why with this kid, I don't mourn the passing as much as I celebrate the growth - which is maybe how I should have spent the past 14 years as well.  Of course there will still be tears, still be moments of tender, bittersweet emotion as she grows up, but today I am celebrating her independence - and taking bets on whether she'll fall out tonight.

Saturday, October 12, 2013


I had my first ever facetime chat with this girl tonight - it was her first too. There was no particular reason except she wanted to show me cupcakes she made, and tell me about how she finally got her hair to curl perfectly.  I am so going to  miss her when she grows up and moves away for real.

number 3

Who she is:

Lover of bananas, loather of tomatoes.
Wants to be a dinosaur when she grows up.
Best hugger in the house, but don't ask for a snuggle - it won't last longer than 4 seconds.
"Please" and "thank you" sayer.
A tremendous fan of daily excursions and "the red store" (Target)
A reader of lots of words.
Singer. "If you like pina coladas, getting caught in the rain, if you like what I'm singing, if you have half a brain."  We still don't know where she learned it. She's not telling.
Best plie's in ballet class. Will only do them at home.
Instigator of bike rides with Daddy and ice cream at "Hogan Brovers."
Sleeps with a new stuffed animal every night, so "nobody feels bad."
Can count to twenty, but sometimes there are two sixteens.
Bath hater.
Comedy lover.