...so, I was going to post some cute pics of the kids doing Easterly things. Perhaps I will later, however, Im not in the mood for cute right now. Right now I am mad at my 11.5 year old.
He has recently been given the opportunity NOT to go to daycare in the morning before school, since we had felt he was mature and responsible enough to handle himself for 1.5 hours before school. He was tired of getting teased by his friends about going to daycare, so he quit going, we thought it was ok. Grandma is right down the street, and I have an awesome neighbor he can go to if he should need to. We had all kinds of rules about what he could and could not do while at the house alone, which he seemed to be following. All except for one..that we know of.
This morning my husband (who works at night) came home a few hours early. Apparently L wasnt in the house. It was 7:30 AM...he is not supposed to leave the house until five minutes before 8.
So, of course hub calls me to find out where L is,thinking I took him somewhere for some reason before work. Of course I said, "he isnt there?". Its now after 8 O clock, so I call my mom to see if he went to her house for some reason before school. Nope. Now I call the school. He is there, thank God. So, I ask to speak to him.
When asked what time he left for school, he sighed and said 7 O clock. I asked why. He said he didnt know (his favorite answer), I asked again (I dont accept his favorite answer, ever.). He said he just wanted to hang out. I asked him what in the world he was doing...he said, playing around on the playground, shooting hoops, etc (really stupid considering he has his OWN basketball hoop and basketball at home). The rest of the convo went like this:
Me: Well, its too bad that you felt you had to do that. What do you think will happen now?
L: I will go back to going to daycare?
Me: You got that right. You are in pretty big trouble, have a good rest of the day. (I know, a little mean, but I was mad!).
This week is not going to be any fun. We have tests of sorts all week long at work. Big important people have flown in to make sure everyone is doing their jobs. The only nice thing about it is that GICOE is still on medical, so he isnt here to have his panties in a bunch about things. Im sure they are still bunched up, but I dont have know about it.
Oh, yeah, and this weekend? I had to take Dexter into the vet. Apparently he had eaten half of a plastic toy dog or bear (a really small one). Only half was eaten because the other half, unbeknownst to us, had got wedged in his back teeth, embedded in his gum, causing everything to be infected. We noticed he had a lump on his jaw, and that his breath smelled terrible, and he was very inactive. They had to put him under, to remove the toy. Now I have to watch him constantly to make sure he doesnt eat random stuff. Our other dogs dont have that habbit (they have others, trust me), so Im not used to watching for that. The good news is $233.00 later, he is like a new dog.