So home we came. My two beautiful boys went out into the sunshine and raced the snow machines back and forth in the yard. He's a good son and a good brother, and I really wish the assumptions that he isn't would stop.
I got 18. Do you have any idea how long it takes to paint when you have five kids? And a ringing phone? And barking dogs? This took over an hour with all the interruptions. Maybe I should paint in the middle of the night if I ever want to get it done. :)
I should paint or plant or clean, but maybe I'll just bake something else for my friends in the office at school. I mean, if she is smart enough to see he really doesn't deserve to be punished and likes him and knows we are doing a good job at home then she deserves cookies for having such a stinky job.
I'm having a hard time understanding why so many people focus on tearing lives apart rather than spending that energy more positively. It makes my head hurt if I think about it too long. (If you'd like to share some of your stupid school stories from raising kids that would be great! I'm sure I'm not the only one who deals with foolishness and it would help illustrate that there's nothing "going on in my home" to cause it). :)