My Valentine's Day Present Was..

LawyerBoy saying that he would always come to my rescue if I ever needed him. Pretty awesome, considering CrazyMama dragged her husband to school today to tell my principal that Precious thought I didn't like him, oh and by the way, I also told him he was a stupid idiot.

After I jerked my head back into socket, I had to stop myself from laughing. Because I am nothing, if not sarcastic, but do I really look like I am that stupid? To jeopardize a career that I really find pretty exciting, pretty stimulating, and really like because of the insurance?

No, Cupcake, I did not bitch slap her into next week, but I did let her have it. For being stupid enough herself to believe that I would tell anybody, but especially a ten year old that I have IN MY CLASSROOM, that he was a stupid idiot. When I got finished, CrazyDaddy even said that he thought Precious' assertion was a little over the top. I don't know what's going on at their house, but why in the hell did you let CrazyMama drag you up to my school and talk trash? Damn, people, my principal had to look away for a minute; this CrazyMama has lost touch with reality. I know she's a little stressed trying to get Precious into private school next year, but do you really piss off the people who write your recommendations?

Conference Week Roundup

• Bob Marley's mom came - late - apple doesn't fall far from the tree - and she told me that she doesn't agree with him having to take the Super Big State Test because she knows that he is smart; she believes he is almost gifted (!), but I told her I had neither written nor passed the legislation, I just had to get him through the test. I also told her that he was basically counting on his fingers when we were doing timed multiplication tests. That he was reading at least two grades below grade level. That he can't string coherent sentences together. She found that hard to believe. I want to know what part of FantasyLand she is living in and when I can get my condo.
• The sweetest kid in my class is also the MOST unorganized boy in my room. He might win an award for being one of the most unorganized kids I have ever met. His parents came today and his dad (Mr. Trial Attorney/Mr. Anal Retentive/Mr. BlueTooth in His Ear ALL THE DAMNED TIME/Mr. Indiana Jones Hat on His Head) asked what he could do for his kid. (How sweet to hear those words.) I assured him that half the kids had the same problem and I suggested that Mr. Anal Retentive come one afternoon and give a pep talk, organizational lecture on how to keep your desk, notebook and backpack organized. AND HE SAID YES.
• Only one parent stood me up.
• No one yelled.
• No one cried.
• I understand my kids SO MUCH after seeing and hearing their parents.
• The ones in denial are in deep, deep denial (she knows her facts at home) but everyone else understands what strengths and weaknesses their children have.
• Scary Principal Daddy is a pompous ass. If he can be in administration in this county, your monkey's uncle could probably be in administration.
• I came home and slept the sleep of the dead. (Chinese food all around) Conference week is the most mind boggling, time consuming, life sucking week of the year. There has to be a better way and somebody's monkey's uncle needs to find it.