School is Cool?

I know how you enjoy my poetry (not!) so...Enjoy!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You know what I think?
That I just might hate school.

I thought when it started
that it would be great.
I had no idea,
it'd be something I hate.

I'm all for learning.
I'm all for fun.
But so far this year,
I've seen neither one.

But you know what I have seen?
Lots of crying which stinks.
And, if this crap doesn't stop
it may drive me to drink.

In the morning it's fine,
when the bus pulls away.
But, the crap hits the fan
at the end of the day.

Everyone's spent,
at the end of the wire.
And, these kids, they go nuts,
like their pants are on fire.



They fight, they complain,
they whine and they fuss.
And it takes every fiber,
for me not to cuss.

I'm hoping next week
when the routine is set,
that they'll settle down to,
that they won't need to fret.

But, here is my warning,
my disclaimer let's say.
If they don't get it together
there will be Hell to pay.

So, basically, we had a tough first week back at school.

#1 enjoyed it, but spent every afternoon in a exhausted tizzy, barely able to focus on his plethora of homework (seriously, what kind of an evil genius gives a mom second grader a project to do the very first week of school?), adjust to his new schedule, and have the energy for his after school activities (I'm certain that our community is made up of a secret society of evil masterminds who orchestrated a plot to kill all of the "normal" people by making school and soccer start the exact same week).

#2 and #3 spent the week in big brother withdraw (with tremors and all). The first day, #3 actually spent the first four hours crying, followed by a two hour nap, which he followed with additional crying. Awesome!

#2 spent his free time plotting hideous things he could do to Brother(the only name he ever calls #1) the moment he stepped off the school bus. You know, to punish him for abandoning him in the name of education.

See? It's been a VERY long week.

And, to top it all off, I discovered yesterday that my mother-effing-son-of-a-biscuit-piece-of-crap-dirty-rotten-scoundrel of a refridgerator/freezer has decided that keeping things cold and/or frozen is no longer a priority. So, instead of healthily frozen meat and adequately chilled dairy products, it will instead be offering eat-me-and-die options at room temperature from here on out.

Yep, that's right. My less than five years old, stainless steel, side-by-side, water and ice in door, fancy-pantsy-do-a-dancey, WHIRLPOOL fridge/freezer unit is on the fritz.

Less than two days after I go to the grocery store and fill it with all sorts of overpriced goodies, the effing bastard from the depths of Hell decides to up and break, forcing me to relocate all of my perishables to the kindly working fridge of my (lucky for me) willing neighbor and friend.

Thanks a ton, Mom of Girls, have a string cheese on us.

No word on when the no-ice-ice-box will be up and running again, the service man couldn't be bothered to ring me back yet.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!