My comment on THIS? Is somebody watching me in the bathroom?

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I think I'm coming down with a cold, but hope I'm wrong. I've had a bit of a sore throat and cough for a couple of days and now my ear itches. Go figure. I'm holding off the worst of the symptoms with Ibuprofen so far. The allergies have been pretty intense around here because of all of the rain we've been having. The funny thing was, when I was young? I didn't suffer from allergies at all and now I'm taking medication for them. It seems that once I hit 40 years of age, everything started to fall apart or break. I guess I should be thankful that nothing has fallen off yet.

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Remember when I poured out my sole to you in this post? Murphy's Law much? Guess who decided she is going to stay in dance after all, at least for the moment? She came to me and said she is going to see how it goes and if it gets too tough to keep up, she'll drop a class or two. I think she missed it more than she thought she would. Leave it to Chickie to make a fool out of me. I should have learned by now, don't you think?

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I don't think I told you this but I received a Tom-Tom GPS for my birthday. I am excited beyond belief. I have to admit to you that I am the most directionally challenged person on the face of the earth. Of course I've named her Mandy. We are having a secret affair. Don't tell my husband.

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The progress reports came out today for both of the kids and I have to tell you that I was surprised. And proud. And really, really surprised. Especially with all that Chickie has gone through. She pulled it off. The kids never cease to amaze me at their ability to get through the tough times.

Meelie was having a really rough time with 5th grade in the beginning. I mean after all, they don't tell you what books or folders you need to take home! They make you write down your homework and don't remind you to do it! Can you imagine that? The poor child. She is so mistreated. I refuse to write her teachers any emails regarding this. If she doesn't write it down, she doesn't know what to do. Which means if she doesn't know what to do, she can't do her homework. If she doesn't bring her textbooks home, she can't do her homework. This results in her having to sit out the ENTIRE RECESS so that she can finish up. How horrible is it that I make her take responsibility for this? How horrible is it that I don't step in and help her out? Goodness, you would think that I was preparing her for higher grades or something. I should have never been a mom. She has told me several times that she is going to call the police because of it. There are days, when the whining, moaning and screaming JUST.DON'T.STOP, that I am tempted to hand her the phone.

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I leave you with "Classic Meelie." I hope you all have a wonderful evening. I look forward to your next visit.