Why you should never gamble OR Do these jeans make me look fat?

So I guess over the summer Jonathan had a lot of fun. He has friends over here all the time that LOVE to play video games, hang out, eat and who knows what else, all in the confines of our basement. Apparently one of these great friends make a bet with Jonathan. Now he won't tell me what the bet was and claims he doesn't even remember, but I bet you will all remember this....

He lost. Payment was to put on and wear to school a pair of his friends "skinny jeans".


So have a good laugh on Jonathan. (Don't feel bad about it....he doesn't mind.)

Regrets from the mother of 5 or Why I am not qualified to have 6 children

I started this post three days ago while staring at the phone. What call was I awaiting? A call from a charter school to tell me that they had space for my 4- year-old. Her birthday is late and so was I... in deciding to put her in school early. And so for three days I wandered my house feeling like a loser mom, (nothing new) for not having her registered earlier and waiting to the last minute. I should have decided sooner. I should have petitioned the school board last March to let her start early at the school Aubs is in. What if I can't get her in anywhere? I was panic stricken that I would have to home school. (Don't get me wrong, I have NOTHING against home schooling. There is just a sense of my own nothingness as I sat down to teach my child something that someone else would eventually test her on.) By Wednesday night I was resigned that there was no room. Something else would have to be done. But what?

This morning about 9:00 I got a call. As a mother of 5, the first week of school (any week for that matter) there are some things that go through my mind when the phone rings within an hour of school starting.... what kid left what at home this time? Please don't let it be a nurse with a kid throwing up. Please let it only be the nurse and not an assistant principal. The list goes on and on. My call was not any of those calls, it was a call from a number I recently memorized. It was a call from the charter school. Yes they had room for Daphne and if i was interested I could bring her right over.

In a matter of moments my child and I were screaming in each others faces like groupies at a rock concert as we put on her socks and shoes. She squealed as she brushed her teeth and hair. We packed a lunch and she squealed some more while getting buckled when we talked about how she gets to go to school everyday except...Saturday and Sunday. Squeal some more.

Now she is gone. I am home alone and not sure, if anything I am going to do today. Oh wait, for sure I need to call the moms of the girls invited to Aubs b-day party. I need to have that on Saturday and I didn't get around to invitations. Yet another regret and reason I am not qualified for 6.

And BTW no I didn't think to take a picture of all of them together on the first day. That would have been infinitely more convenient while doing this post, but at least I got a pic of each of them.