I'm Off

Squeaker made the school soccer team but didn't make the school bus on the way home to stay for practice. After the bus had already left her phone message was, "Mommmmmmeeeeeee, I have to stay after schoooooooool. Yeah, and I don't like you. Bye." No, she didn't stay for practice today. I went and picked her up. But, yea that she made the team and is pulling up her algebra grade....finally.

I'm leaving tonight to drive up to Oregon with my other sister to pick up her daughter at college. Can't wait to see her. Plus, no kids for two days....freedom!

Ana is back from Washington D.C. She might blog. She might not.

Screecher

I guess that should be Squeaker's new nickname. I got a call yet again from the school transportation department supervisor. It seems that now she has taken to screaming and screeching "like a horror movie" while on the bus.

Apparently, and understandably so, this is frazzling the nerves of the older gentleman who drives the special ed bus as the supervisor said they are "handling it" with the students and the bus driver. Whatever that means.

It's humorous that when I get calls from Squeaker's school or the transportation department and they ask me if I can talk to her or somehow get her to stop the (fill in the blank) behavior, they often preface it with, "If there's any way....". So far there is no to stop certain actions since apparently to her the misbehavior is worth the consequence.