Day One

After years of contemplation, I've decided the best coping mechanism for life is talking about it. Unfortuantely, people think I'm crazy or making up stories when I talk about the things I need to get off my chest the most. I know I am not the only woman who goes through life thinking, "Really?!?! That just happened?" So, here it goes!



I dropped the kids off at school at the usual time, 8:20. I swear, not more than 10 minutes later my phone was ringing. It was The Girl. The teacher wanted to talk to me... Turns out, The Girl had a cigarette on the playground. But that's not all. When the boy she was showing it too went to tell someone, she quickly covered his mouth and wapped him on the head to prevent him from talking.



Needless to say, I'm all kinds of ticked off. A). Why does my 4th grader have a cigarette? B). Why are we hitting? Argh!!! The bell hasn't even rung!!! The teacher informs me that the principal is not yet in the building and she is unaware of what the consequences will be. I consult the school handbook and determine the consequence will be 1 - 3 days suspension. I drive directly to the school.



The teacher is on the phone with the principal. The Girl is not being suspended. (She will miss recess - for hitting, and she will be picking up garbage on the playground - humilation!?! AWESOME!) All parties involved agree on said consequences (except The Girl), I go home, exhausted. It's not even 9 a.m. I can hardly wait for the afterschool excitement!