I Love a Suck-fest Week!

Don't you?

Where to begin.... Report cards? Sure... that was a blast. Imelda... well she never has been able to spell.. and she has come up from her five week report so that was ok... and the rest of her grades were not bad...

The same can not be said of the Angel.. Lousy grades in religion and literature (this from a girl who reads almost constantly. Does this make sense? Not to me either.)

Then there were the parent teacher conferences.. moving from table to table hearing the same story at each. The Angel is so intelligent. She adds so much to discussion in class. She needs to stop the extracurricular chatting and finish and turn in her assignments. Maybe even study occasionally for a test.

Sigh. Ok. How did Fun Daddy and I handle this. Well we did know it was coming. We told her that no improvement by the next five week marking period then she would be off all her sports teams. Fair? More than I thought.

Then the bad news started to get worse.

Monday afternoon when the Angel got home from school she came home weeping and hysterical. Why? It turns out that she got called to the principal's office. WHy? She was caught cheating on her religion test. RELIGION! Isn't that an automatic trip to hell? Well it turns out that her friend Drina didn't know the answers on thte test and asked my Angel for help. That is desperate for you! Since the Angel sucks at religion... But ultimately whether Drina asked for answers.. The Angel provided them. equally guilty. Grrrrr. When she tearfully confessed to me she asked if I was going to stop her from going out trick or treating.

When I spoke with Fun Daddy, he suggested that we ask her to provide her own punishment. I told him that she had... and that if we asked her to do it NOW, she would make something else up. So I stuck to it. No Halloween with her friends. THAT went over well. Tough shit, I say.

Halloween day I go to school, have the usual arguments with beligerant 13 and 14 year old boys. Admire the costumes of the kindergarten and first graders. Drive Imelda to my mom's bring the Angel home so she can open the door for the pitifully few trick or treaters that we got.

Lesson learned?

Man I would think so.

Until

Wednesday.

When I get a call from her Social Studies teacher.. who is also her homeroom teacher.

Turns out my Angel got caught cheating AGAIN.

Another goose egg on a test.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK

Now what the hell do I do.

I call Fun Daddy out of his meeting. Fill him in.

I tell him that she has got to be removed from the basketball team and the cheerleading squad. He says that we should think about this.. typical. I have argued about this stuff a couple of different times. He has won.

NOW.. I AM GOING TO WIN. I HAVE GIVEN UP ON THIS ENOUGH.

I told him that I would be divorcing him if he crossed me. He believed me.

I called the coaches. They understand. It is done before I pick her up from school.

I pick her up from school. Get her home. She denies cheating. Tells me that the kid who asked her for help hates her guts and is trying to get her in trouble... well, clearly that was a genius move.. since it WORKED!!!!

Fun Daddy arrives home. There is arguing. Then I get to take Imelda to her basketball game. The game goes well.. Imelda plays well. Then the Angel's team mates begin to show up. Now I am nauseous. Kids ask me where the Angel is... I mention the trouble at school. No one says, "Oh! That wasn't her fault!" They just look sad.

I come home to hear the usual insults that I am an unfeeling whore. Clearly, the way to make me feel like I have made an error. I get told that I am enjoying screwing with her. That I am sure explains my desire to vomit.

So there is my week. Oh and the icing on the cake, the cherry on the sundae, is my annual doctor's office... my bloodpressure is up. Shocking, eh?

Yeah I thought not either. Oh and the doctor says that I should not drink as much as I have been. Yeah, right.. let's try that for next month.