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Today It All Comes Crashing Down

Yeah, so just this morning I was blissfully admiring my amazingly bright children while organizing their cupboards, wiping off their counters, cooking their dinner, falling in the Wal-mart parking lot buying presents for their friends (Wal-mart and I have a hate-hate relationship--unfortunately we're stuck together).

But it was all worth it! Because they (my children) were Turning Out. They were blooming. They were nearly BRAG WORTHY. And I really hate bragging. I even wrote that last braggy blog in all my "their blooming" bliss.

And I didn't even mention how Butterfly has won the best behavior award in her class for two months running. How she got the coveted WOW award at school and is still floating around on cloud 9 about it. How she's better at being social than Oprah Winfrey (once she got over that meowing thing).

Nor did I mention an email I got from Crash's teacher yesterday (you know, the "Can we please stick a shocking dog collar on him so he'll behave in 4th grade?" kid.) Here is a quote from the email--nevermind, I'll paraphrase. I don't want any of my emails quoted in a blog. It said something like:

Dear Mrs. Churchill,

Crash is the most amazing kid I ever met. My eyes have been opened. I adore him. He is the next Einstein. You are a wonderful parent. He is perfect. I will never want to shock him again. Out of all the fabulous students in the world that I have ever taught or ever will teach, Crash is the absolute best. I can call my life meaningful now that I've known him.

Something like that...

And Monkey is even so cute. SO cute. He hasn't head butted me in like two weeks!

But, TODAY was totally different. Today (besides sliding down that mountain of ice in the parking lot, and slicing my finger open on an aluminum can, and running last minute carpools, and hurting so much I didn't walk to the other side of the store for my much desired orange juice, or make my lunch, or finish my laundry or even move enough to take my vitamins)

TODAY

Princess came home with a progress report (one of the few she's managed to bring to me) and she's got mainly zero's but only like 3 F's. How she's managing a D is really beyond me.

TODAY

Teacher A told Teacher B that in Teacher C's class Crash was rolling around under his desk gluing pencils to various things when he was supposed to be doing math. He calls this pencil surgury.

TODAY

Butterfly was using her social skills to manipulate her way out of homework, bed time and chores.

TODAY

Monkey got hold of a golfball in the van. I'm not even going to go into the trauma of that.

But they will bloom. Oh yes, they will.

Because, so help me, TOMORROW it's shocking dog collars for everyone.
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Katie said…
I have been laughing so hard! It always seems to go that way, just when you think you have made some progress,they turn back into kids again :)
3:30 PM
Ginger Churchill said…
No...uh...kidding.
4:38 PM
Anonymous said…
Whew!! Your kids are normal....or maybe my kids aren't the only ones who are little....

well, little "somethings".
5:47 AM
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