Embarrassing our children - the job of parents everywhere

What can I say? I firmly believe it is the job of parents to make sure to have plenty of embarrassing stories, preferably with photographic evidence, of their children’s foolishness.

Why? Well, to embarrass them in front of future girlfriends/boyfriends, of course!

Yes, I am firmly aware that my children will probably be seeking years of therapy thanks to having me for a mom. Yeah. I know. I deal with it. It runs in the family.

Hence - my careful saving of pictures such as these… On a night my kids and I were goofing around, and of course, I had a camera handy. You’d think The Boy would know better than to do this stuff in front of me when I’m armed with a camera. Really. C’mon now.

What parent could resist?

Dancing around and singing: I like big butts….

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Showing off the Mr. Universe physique…

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Of kids, custody, craziness and me…

Well, all the people who really need to know now know… Sort of… there are still a few who don’t - some who I really should take time to tell and some who it’s safe to say they don’t read this blog, so…

I’m not going to go into a helluva lot of detail here - mostly because the why really doesn’t matter to most people, but…

For the benefit of my kids - I have agreed to give my ex primary custody, and take visitation. There is a long list of reasons why this is best for them - chief among them being they identify better with their father and his religious values than they do with me and my ah… lack of them. It also eliminates this bouncing around during the school session - which is a nightmare. Expect some blogging on that topic in the future… It’s a rough choice for a mother.

And, in the man’s defense - I can’t say my ex is a bad father, just a really bad husband.

Add to this mix that The BF is being hauled off to Phoenix - and you’ve got this little Southern California native preparing to move to the freaking desert. 

Which was the cause of the house hunting chronicles…

Well, custody agreement settled, house found, moving date established… 

For the next six weeks, I go into crazy mode…

Clearing out my list of things to do at work, extricating myself from everything and training others to do what I do (which is to keep everybody else’s stuff organized… They’re in a worlda hurt.) 

Packing up the current residence - getting all that stuff and clutter of life organized and together, and then cleaned up after. The nice thing? The new place is much bigger - like 1,000 square feet bigger - so at least that’s not an issue.

Prepping for a relatively short move - it’s long enough that it can’t be done in a day, but short enough that hiring someone else to do it is not only ridiculously expensive, it’s impractical, as they take a minimum of four days to do the actual moving (hello - it’s 6 hours away! I want my stuff!)

And all the while, trying to keep job going, work on my freelance stuff, do the radio show on Feb 1, still have the kids half the time throughout February, etc, etc, etc.

Nah, the next six weeks are going to be cake.

Silliest Mom Moment - CHBM Collaboration #53

Silly mom moment? Me? Never! But the ladies at Crazy Hip Blog Mamas want to know - so… why not?

Oh gee wow, you want a list? I’ve pulled some doozies, and I’m sure I’ll pull more before this whole adventure is done.

I’m rather fond (ahem, cough!) of the time at that hell-hole called Chuck E Cheese when, “slightly” pregnant and watching my toddler zoom through the tubes with an “extremely” pregnant friend’s toddler, her child decided to “get lost” and have a panic attack, screaming bloody murder in the top-most section of those giant Habi-Trails.

There we both sat in that loud, noisy place, trying to “talk the kid down” when it finally occurred to us, someone was going to have to go in to retrieve her. I being the least rotund of the two, it fell to me to crawl through incredibly smelly maze of tubes (no amount of air handling will ever completely rid those things of the smell of dirty diapers, sweaty socks and greasy pizza) to “rescue” said screaming toddler and triumphantly slide down the slide with both her and my own munchkin on my lap.

Of course, at that moment, I also realized we had become the latest entertainment for all the other parents – who watched with glee (“Better her than me!”) as I passed each “viewing window” and open space. What do you do at that point? Why, take a bow of course. Fortunately, a toddler is too young to be mortified over her mommy’s silly nature. And why we never thought to send a skinny, young and presumably not pregnant employee in after the kid is beyond me.

Are there others? Sillier stories, more embarrassing moments, etc? Why of course there are, but in those cases, I really would prefer to let the past remain the past!

The book report from hell?

Who comes up with this stuff?

Seriously, somewhere, is there a group of teachers all indulging in some interesting substances, then brainstorming the best, most creative, craziest assignment ideas?

In the years my kids have been in school, I’ve seen some strange methods for book reports. Gone are the days of dioramas – noooo, we can’t be that simple.

First it was the updated diorama – more like a triorama. No more shoe boxes (why would we want it that simple?) it had to be in the shape of a triangle, having only two sides that met in the back with the third side open in the front. (What fun finding and cutting up cardboard and poster board to make that monster.)

Let’s see, we’ve also had the “sculpt a character from your book” and the “make a mobile of the characters and places in your book” as well as the “illustrate a comic book version of your book.” All this was great with The Girl, who is a rather good artist, but The Boy has inherited his mother’s lack of drawing talent. Oh, I can design and build a set, but I can’t draw on paper, not like that anyway. Sculpting was the easy part.

There was also the “dress like a character from your book and give an oral report as if you were that character” fun. Oh yeah. Great. What fun. I’m sure the school was full of some oddly dressed kids on that day. At least, I hope it was – otherwise, the kids who were oddly dressed would feel even more odd.

All of these reports would have been fine and dandy had they come with the basic book report instructions, but nope. Each and every one had its own format and style that had to be followed. Why can’t you just create one basic format for written reports and leave well enough alone? That’s too easy!

Nope, the triorama project came with the instructions to write an explanation of the scene and prepare an oral report on it. OK, easy enough. The sculpture thing required a full bio of the selected character as well as a small plaque like thing to be placed with the sculpture, explaining the scene. The comic book is pretty self-explanatory, right? No. It had to cover all the major characters, events, conflicts, climaxes and resolutions, as well as include the author’s name and all that jazz – and be fully illustrated, with word bubbles including quotes from the book, be in color, no less than 6 pages, no more than 10, be no smaller than… you get the idea… The mobile was just a nightmare, ‘nuff said.

Then came this most recent of stupidities inflicted upon the innocent children – all in the name of Language Arts – the CD Cover Book Report.

And all the parents said, “What?”

Design (and illustrate) a CD cover, using the book title as the name of the band and the author as the lead singer. The inside of the cover was to list the “songs” on the CD (10 – no more and no less) and should include descriptive phrases about three main characters, the location/setting, three major events, conflict, climax and resolution – no instruction whether these were to be in complete sentences, be in song title format, be relatively short, or more than a sentence long, or anything else. Then you had to make up lyrics to one song, in verse, at least two stanzas of four lines each. On the back, you had to list your name as producer, include a copyright symbol and the current date. This all had to be in a report the size of a standard CD case.

Now, The Boy had read “Heart’s Blood” – which I admit sounds like a pretty cool band name – But really, what in the hell kind of project is this? I’m all for creativity, but this isn’t creative – this is forced creativity that doesn’t allow the kid to really express themselves in any way shape or form.

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Let’s not discuss how long it took us to find a decent image to use - since The Boy doesn’t draw, he went searching online for some images…

What happened to giving the kids the requirements, and several options for how the report could be presented? Oh, yeah. Sorry. The teacher wants it easy – on her. If all the reports are exactly the same style, it’s easier to grade them all.

Then forget the cutesy and let’s be real, OK! No kid is learning anything by doing this. By 6th grade, the concept of main characters, conflict, climax, resolution, etc is well ingrained – can’t we move on to antagonist/protagonist and a little more literary analysis? Why must we be stuck in this dreadful and boring loop of silly “project” reports?

It’s not like my kids are in the standard classes either, these are the “advanced” classes. Which really scares me!

By 6th grade, my book reports were supposed to be typed, include introductory paragraphs, concluding paragraphs, analysis of character or symbolism (or both) and personal conclusions, among other things. And we were to illustrate our written report with things like a diorama – that was not the body of the report itself.

Meanwhile, my kids think these things are incredibly stupid (so does their mother), the instructions are usually vague enough that you have to do that “best guess” thing, resulting in the teacher marking the kid down for not following the instructions (that has had their mother arguing a few times – if you’re going to grade on it, you’d better be giving damn clear instructions.)

And I’m back to wondering if somewhere there isn’t a room full of stoned teachers laughing their asses off as the entire group of kids (and parents) all try to figure out if the instructions meant the report should simply be the size of a CD case, but could be on regular paper, if it had to be on card stock, or if it meant it had to be placed in a plastic CD case.

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