Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to McLinky below. Really, what the hell?
Last week I had a SPED meeting about Thing 2. He’s trying his hardest but he is failing 5th grade. If you’re an avid reader then you know the long story of him struggling with school, and me struggling to get him some help. I’m pretty happy with the Middle School’s SPED department and his teachers this year. They are going to evaluate him to see if he qualifies for SPED again, and they are also going to test him to see if he has a learning disability. Finally!! I kept asking the Elementary School to test him for that! The Director asked me if I could find any paperwork from when he was in SPED before. Apparently the Elementary School LOST his file! What The Hell??? His file that was probably as big as War and Peace???!! Seriously, how the hell do you lose a file that contained everything from Pre-School on up to 4th Grade??? I am not too pleased with them at the moment!!
I haven’t gotten any Christmas shopping done yet!! What The Hell? Every year I say that I’m going to start shopping early, and every year it doesn’t happen!!
To send Christmas Cards or not send Christmas Cards…..What the Hell, they only get thrown out anyways!!
What The Hell Wednesday is late again. I know, seriously, What the Hell? I guess it’s my fault.
It’s been snowing here pretty much every day since a week ago Tuesday. What The Hell is up with that? Every day I clear out a spot for the little puppy and then every morning it’s filled up with snow again. He’s so tiny that if he jumps into the deeper snow we’ll lose him. I was never going to be one of those people that dress up their dogs, but seriously, this little guy needs a sweater. He freezes when we go out, but he’s usually in such a rush to go out that I think that in the time it takes me to wrestle him into a sweater, he’ll wet on the floor.
Every year at Christmas time, I let Sissy stay home from school for a day of shopping and going to lunch. This year we are going on Friday. She is so excited and just can’t wait. monday she got home from school and couldn’t wait to share her news.
Sissy: “I have a math test tomorrow, need to stay after on Thursday for the play and I have Friday off. I wrote it all in my school planner.”
Me: “What? Ummm…did you say you wrote it in your planner?”
Sissy: “Yes. I wrote ‘No School’ on Friday.”
Me: “Is this your school planner that the teachers check?”
Sissy: “Ummm..yes.” Then there was silence while that sunk in “I guess I better erase that.”
You think? What The Hell was she thinking? At least she’s organized.