Saturday, February 17, 2007

Drumline Mom

That's me today. I'm going to ride the bus with the kids to Placentia. It's gonna be a long damn day. I'm taking all the creature comforts I can jam into my rolling granny cart. These Drumline things are fun but today will be a marathon. I won't get home untill 11:00 tonight. And this time we'll have to feed the kids. Usually they'll just eat whatever they're serving at the snack bar.

See you later.

6 comments:

vivage said...

Have fun, hope all the creature comforts are fun things to do.

Billy Canary said...

I love the smell of nachos in the evening. Smells like victory!

Donita Curioso said...

Good GAWD, what a day. Nachos! I would have killed for nachos. No nachos. I mean, they had nachos there. I just didn't get any.

This was a 14 hour day. We fried in the sun. I took a chair but I couldn't use it in the gym. Had to sit on the bleachers. I knew it was going to be rough but I wasn't prepared for how shitty some of the kids were. Most of them were great. But one of them gave me a snotty attitude and two of them flat out lied to me when they wanted to sign out early and leave. One of the boys said his ninteen-year-old sister was there and it was ok for him to leave with her. Turns out she was his girlfriend, not his sister. Then one of the girls who wanted to leave with them told me she was his cousin. I told them both they couldn't leave. He left anyway.

Paige later told me about him and his girlfriend and she also told me that the other girl was not his cousin. So, ok, he's in big trouble. The other girl got a Donita lecture on the bus on the way home.

Damn kids.

The two highlights of the day were walking two miles around the track and watching RCC perform. Man, they were good! A really fun show.

Ugh! I'm psychically dented.

vivage said...

Bwhahahahah.

Donita Curioso said...

EEK! This morning I couldn't find the purse I was using yesterday. I was worried that it had fallen out of the granny cart. It was either in the truck I rode home in, in the band room or on the ground outside the band room. After making some phone calls to the band director and some parents (all of whom must be very tired from spending all day yesterday with a bunch of little monsters) I got ahold of a mom with the keys. She met me at the school and let me into the band room. My purse was in the director's office. Yahoo!

I'm all better now.

Brother Atom Bomb of Reflection said...

High School 101: Kids lie.