Do I have anything to say today? Maybe not. This blog is just one of my many bad habits.
I tried to upload a video of Bruce Springsteen singing "Independence Day" yesterday, but I couldn't get my YouTube account to work. But we all know what he sounds like, yes?
A fascinating encounter with the Circumlocution Office, aka the principal at Primera's school, who was terrified to lend me a copy of the pre-algebra textbook for next year because "Then I could have twenty parents down here wanting to have the textbook over the summer." Fortunately Primera's guidance counselor is capable of thinking outside of the very tiny, narrow box enclosing the principal's brain: she got me the book and I exited the school very quickly before the authorities were onto me. Imagine what trouble I could start, working with my kid on math over the summer.
She strenuously objects, by the way, and thinks I am the Worst Mom Ever for making her do math, but she was the one who wanted to go into accelerated, so my will prevails. As it must.
I feel depressed lately, but it's probably the uncertain employment prospects for me and the thought of Primera's bat mtizvah arrangements. No one liked my idea of crypto-Jews of Hollywood. Spoilsports. For Secundo I am going to use Jewish sports legends: the Hank Greenberg table, the Sandy Koufax table, Mark Spitz, etc.
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If it's any consolation, my charming eldest has also hit the "I won't learn math from Mom" wall. "Nobody else has to do this!", "It's not fair", and so on. Complete with rolled eyes, turned heels and stompy feet, and (my personal favorite) stretching monosyllabic words into multisyllabic whines.
And now, as I head down the stupidity curve for the next couple of years, I know why my own mother was totally unswayed when I tried the same tactics with the same angst and sincerity that lasted for, oh, 60 minutes or so of railing at the unfairness of the world before I moved on to something else....
Yeah, the cries of Meanest Mom Ever lost their sting a long time ago. I tell her that other kids' parents don't love their kids as much as I love her, which she finds unpersuasive but hard to argue.
I've told her that unpleasantness will not dissuade me from working with her, but it may have consequences.
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