Monday, March 17, 2008

I Want A Weekend Do-Over


Did any of you play handball as a kid? Remember when the ball hit the line at a certain angle and you could call, "Do Over!" That's what I want to do with this past weekend.

The good news? Rex came home on schedule. We grabbed a quick lunch together before I had to get the kids. Nothing like a little In and Out Burger to soothe the soul. I forgot how nice a shoulder feels, also. Almost as good as a Diet Coke, but not quite.

All the Diet Coke in the world wasn't going to make me get into the charter school of choice, however. After attending the public lottery, and even shuffling cards, Stink got space #173 out of 200 applicants for 30 spots. Even if another kindergarten class opens up, it's not looking good.

So three hours later, I left. To find a parking ticket on my car.

Then I came home to another message about another school that didn't work out.

And then I was supposed to go on this corporate sponsored paid trip (which to be honest, I was nervous about as I'm a terrible traveler, but damnit, I was doing it!) But then they overbooked so I don't get to go.

And then I discovered a new wrinkle on my face.

And I can't jog 2 minutes without wanting to curl up into a fetal position on the front lawn. Of course, two minutes out, it wouldn't be my front lawn I'm curled up in. Which might make the neighbors a bit skeptical of the giant snoozing near their "Kiss Me I'm Irish" sign from the 99cent store.

Speaking of Irish, Happy St. Patty's Day! And think good thoughts for the Italians also. In addition to being a pain in the neck, Stella actually HAS a pain in her neck and doesn't feel so good. Think good thoughts for her! (And Stella, just kidding about the pain in the neck part. You know I love ya and will drive out next week for Spring break so I can sleep on your couch while you ignore your shooting spinal pain and watch my kids. I'm nice that way.)

May the luck of the Irish be with you all! I'll chat you up tomorrow because, well, damnit, it's going to be better! If the worse thing that happens is I get turned down from one good school and have to send my kid to another very good school, I'm thinking I hate no right to complain.

But I will anyway.

Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Okay, done.

* Image of my kids with their cousins. It was taken last year and has nothing to do with this post at all except that, well, I'm lucky to have them so close by. Given they are Jewish, I will wish them the equivalent of St. Patty's blessings and shout "The Luck of the Hebrews!" Oy and out.


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14 comments:

His Girl said...

Nothing like a good old fashioned Mama P post... your suffering is our reading pleasure, you know.

I am sorry finding the right school is being such a pain. I just know the perfect school is out there for him! OH AND BOO FOR THE TICKET AND WRINKLE!!

My hubby should be home in about 2 hours. Then I should be more social!

Long Island Wargammer said...

In and Out burger to soothe the soul, eh?? I know that was aimed at me.... :)

Ramblin' Red said...

I've been reading and lurking, but time...that crap bastard keeps stiffin' me and thus, no comments.

Now, back to your post:
Oy vey dahlin', I feel your pain on the school stuff...btdt. We are very happy where we are at now, however, so here's to "what will be will be [great]!"

Thinking of you and your beloved Stella.

And that picture is ADORABLE. I loves me some pics of cousins. Going to snap some up this Easter weekend, myself!

God's Guitar Girl said...

I love to read your kvetches because I revel in said behavior myself!

amisare waswerebeen said...

Sorry about the crappy weekend. Having never lived in a big enough city to fight over schools, I'll never quite understand that particular frustration. But, I still hope it works out for you.

Ashley said...

Sadly, I think my comment got eaten...unless I had a major pregnancy brain moment and only imagined that I had written a comment (which is very possible.) Anyway, I'm so sorry you had a really crappy weekend and the school didn't work out.

Terri said...

O.K. Take the do over...

Sorry your day wasn't so great. It will be better today. Has to be, doesn't it?
God bless.
Terri

patches said...

If it were up to me, I'd allow you a do over....but you might need someone with more pull than I have.

capacious said...

Andrea, I completely appreciate your support during my son's recent appendix crisis - there has been a delay in responding to any of the nice comments I got on my blog because not only am I LAME but everyone in my family is constantly sick with every minor illness in the universe.

Anyway, you wanna publish me? Do it up, sister.

"Cheez, how many kids do you have, anyway?", I thought originally. But then I saw your note about the cousins. I am excited to have the time to read your blog extensively, now that I've been laid off. Ha ha ha. Life is funny.

Princess in Galoshes said...

Education by lottery.

Our country's priorities are TOTALLY in line. Reason #6,549 I'm scared to have kids.

Gretchen said...

That's a calgon.take.me.away. weekend if I've ever heard of one! I hope your Easter weekend is fab. Sorry I missed your call. Couldn't get my a$$ to the phone quickly enough. ;)

xxxooogretchen

Kim Moldofsky said...

I'm tagging you for a meme!

See my blog for details.

TroyBoy said...

Gretchen, more like a Bushmills.Whiskey.Make.Me.Not.Care.Weekend! :-)

Travis Erwin said...

I vote for do-overs every weekend.