Bona.Fide.Cynic

Ah. I went through all of my myspace messages, answered those that needed answering, and deleted the ones that needed deleted. I feel like I’ve accomplished something. Why, oh why, can’t laundry and dishes get done with the click of a mouse button?

I am so thrilled with and proud of my oldest son! For (it feels like eternity) four years now, we have been going through hell trying to get him through school. Every year it’s the same story, he doesn’t do his work. He doesn’t turn in his assignments. He winds up with F’s on his report card or he (and I) works his(our) ass(es) off during the last two or three weeks of the quarter to pull up enough grades that he passes to the next grade. (Though, that didn’t happen two years ago, when he failed the 6th grade.) The frustrating part of all of it is that he’s not failing because he can’t do the work or grasp the concepts. He’s smart as a whip, he Just. Wouldn’t. Do. The. Work! (Or wouldn’t turn it in after it was done.)

Well, he got his mid-term yesterday and he has 3 A’s, 2 B’s, and 1 C and not one single missing assignment! I’m so happy I could dance nekkid! Well, except that that might scar him for life and we’d probably lose any ground that we had gained. I think I will hold off on the dancing and just hug him silly.

I can’t believe that my boys are now 14 and 10. It only seems like yesterday that they were crawling around on the floor and driving me nutty. Oh wait, that was yesterday. lol

My babies are growing up…