Another Busy Weekend Coming Up

I got a call from darling almost 10-year-old granddaughter tonight.

“Did daddy talk to you?”

“Uh, not lately. Why?”

“Because he’s SUPPOSED to call you and ask if it is okay for me to stay with you while he’s at work.”

“Okay! What day?”

“I dunno.”

*sigh* Well, she gets it from her dad.

I talked with her mom, who also didn’t know if I was supposed to be granddaughter sitting Saturday or Sunday. It didn’t really matter. I have a lot of farm chores that HAVE to be done this weekend, plus I absolutely have to do something about my disgustingly filthy house. Ah, well. At least she wouldn’t be too bored with the outside stuff.

Then she told me about the school project that is due Monday. She needs to make a 3D topographical map of Florida with all the cities, rivers, major highways, and etc. modeled in 3D and labeled. There’s more to it, I believe, that I forgot when I went into shock. Her mom asked me what I preferred to help make it out of so that she could have the materials here.

*Poof* goes my vision of having a productive weekend filled with chores actually crossed off the list. Somehow or other every weekend ends with a big list of crap to do, and none of it ever gets done. The list would be about 57 pages long now if I didn’t periodically scream in anguish, rip it up into lil’ tiny pieces, and light it on fire.

“Uh, a what? Made outta what?” I stuttered semi incoherently, because my brain had already shut down and was hiding under a table in the corner screeching like a monkey throwing poo.

“A topographical map of Florida. I was overwhelmed at first, but I think it will be fun. Besides, you’re all artsy craftsy.”

I think she has me mixed up with somebody else. Somebody that is good at this sort of thing. I had a college class that wanted me to do some of the same sort of chickenshit crap. I dropped the class. I have better things to do with my time and money than waste it on some teacher’s idea of cutesy fun ideas.

I protested that this is really not something that I would be good at AT ALL but I was trying to cook our dinner at 9 p.m. and had to periodically drop the phone and run into the kitchen to smother the flames. Former DiL wasn’t buying it, though, and firmly asked me what my choice of material was.

“What are my choices?”

“Uh, you can make it out of cookie dough and frosting, Play-Doh, modeling clay….oh, and you DO have paint, right?”

*sigh* Too bad that I can’t travel back in time in order to invest enough money so that I could afford to have the teacher’s legs broken. Obviously I need to take another look at my planning for the future.

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    kcduffy said,

    I got to ‘help’ with some of that when Kait was in high school! Not again. NO talent.

    BTW, do you take the labels for education thing to your school? All my teacher friends have dropped out of sight & I still collect the durn things! Let me know, I’ll send ’em to you!

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      Swampie said,

      You know what? I don’t even know if we take them boxtops for education thangs for this school. How sad is that? I’ll find out and get back to you.

      Son called tonight. He’ll be here at 5 a.m. to drop off granddaughter Saturday and Sunday. No rest for the wicked, is there?


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