Pat's school conference was today. He's doing well. She said he could start kindergarten next year or we could hold him an extra year in preschool. Justin was fifteen minutes late. Mind you the confrence is only fifteen minutes! Lucky for him the other parents were late. He's such an ass. I don't understand how he gets through life like that. Then when I tried to explain to his Royal Ass what the teacher said he tried to argue with me! I was there wouldn't I know what was said. (I don't say this stuff in front of Pat so don't comment!)
She said Pat is doing great. He is very polite. He handles transitions very well. He doesn't hit or push the other kids. He leads more than he follows. The kids draw to him. I'm not suprised because people have always drawn to him. Even when he was baby they would stop and stare. I thought it was normal but after I had Colby I noticed it wasn't so normal. When I mean stopped and stared, I mean oogled him and was amazed by him. They still do. He's not your average person. There's something about him. You'd have to meet him to understand. Anyway, she said he is very immaginative and artistic. He is also showing signs of wanting to read! Woo-hoo!
Megan is still screaming like someone is killing her cat. Today she has only cried when she is hungry or tired. I've also been home so she's being fed the way she likes and rocked to sleep. Yesterday I wanted to give her little ass up for adoption. She cried from 5 until 8 then she ate and went to sleep until midnight! She has been smiling and laughing alot more.
Sebastian is playing games with his homework and I've had to stay on his ass to get him to do all his homework. Who knows what his problems is. He is now in an afterschool program to improve his reading and writing. The other day he explained to me that he didn't need to learn how to read and write because he doesn't want to be an author. Yes, he has the world by the balls doesn't he. I nicely explained to him that everyone reads and writes and it's a part of everyday life.
Colby has discovered books. He brings them to me and we read the same book and talk about the pictures. He also loves his shape sorter. Over and over. It's cool because Pat never played with his. Once he figured out how to open it he lost interest. He's also talking and following direction much better.
This post was suppossed to be about how we plot out our lives and it never turns out the way we planned. Diner-bitch sent me an email and it basically reflected alot of how I feel. Out of place. Like I've wasted a good part of my life on nothing. Why? Why is that I feel like a failure? I haven't accomplished any of my goals. I keep being pulled away from my dreams. Life keeps getting in the way. I just wanted to say to Dar that she's not alone. I think we all feel that way at times. I wish I could accomplish at least one of my goals before I die. Even if it just is going to Aruba!
Posted at 06:09 pm by jennis1125
