Sherry Ellis's Blog, page 143
June 7, 2011
School's Out
Today was the last day of school for my kids. You'd think they'd be happy about that. Nope. My daughter was balling her eyes out.
"I don't want school to end," she said. "I love my teachers!"
Even my son was a little sad. "I want to stay in kindergarten!" he exclaimed.
Yeah. I kind of wish they could stay in school. Now I have to hear, "Mom, I'm bored!" And they have to hear, "Clean up your stuff, right now!"
It's going to be a great summer!
"I don't want school to end," she said. "I love my teachers!"
Even my son was a little sad. "I want to stay in kindergarten!" he exclaimed.
Yeah. I kind of wish they could stay in school. Now I have to hear, "Mom, I'm bored!" And they have to hear, "Clean up your stuff, right now!"
It's going to be a great summer!
June 6, 2011
Mr. Patch Eye
My six-year-old son has some serious allergy problems this time of year. His eyes get all puffy and itchy. They swell so much he can barely see out of them. This morning when I went into his room to wake him up, I found him sound asleep - with pirate eye-patches on.
"Um, good morning," I said.
He stirred slightly.
I tried again.
"Good morning. Time to get up!"
He woke up - a little discombobulated.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"In your bed. If you take those patches off of your eyes you might see something."
"Oh yeah. "
To make a long story short, he had put the patches on to prevent himself from rubbing his eyes.
Unfortunately, his eyes looked pretty bad under the patches, so he ended up wearing a patch to school.
Arrrr, matey!
"Um, good morning," I said.
He stirred slightly.
I tried again.
"Good morning. Time to get up!"
He woke up - a little discombobulated.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"In your bed. If you take those patches off of your eyes you might see something."
"Oh yeah. "
To make a long story short, he had put the patches on to prevent himself from rubbing his eyes.
Unfortunately, his eyes looked pretty bad under the patches, so he ended up wearing a patch to school.
Arrrr, matey!
June 5, 2011
Haunted Home
No, I'm not talking about my home. I'm talking about a nursing home where my daughter had a dance performance. I'm telling you, this place looked gothic. We pulled down a long tree-lined drive. A cemetary was on the left side. It creeped my daughter out. Then we saw the building. It looked just like a haunted mansion.
"Do I have to dance there?" she asked.
"Yep. Maybe you'll be dancing for some ghosts."
We walked up the steps and entered the building. It was dark.
"Where do we go?" my daughter asked.
One of the ghost residents answered the question. "Go downstairs to the theater."
Okay. We went downstairs to the theater. It was dark down there too. We tried turning on some lights, but the lights didn't work. Then we looked at the stage. It was covered with dust and cobwebs. It didn't smell too great either. We thought about using our hairspray as a room deodorizer.
"Ewww, do we have to dance there?"
"Ummm....let's see if we can find a broom."
Another mom found a broom and started sweeping.
Meanwhile another dancer entered the theater. "This place is creeping me out!" she exclaimed.
Yeah. It was pretty scary. I think the place was an old convent or something.
Anyway, the girls did a great job and the ghost residents really enjoyed the show. Maybe we'll go back for Halloween.
"Do I have to dance there?" she asked.
"Yep. Maybe you'll be dancing for some ghosts."
We walked up the steps and entered the building. It was dark.
"Where do we go?" my daughter asked.
One of the ghost residents answered the question. "Go downstairs to the theater."
Okay. We went downstairs to the theater. It was dark down there too. We tried turning on some lights, but the lights didn't work. Then we looked at the stage. It was covered with dust and cobwebs. It didn't smell too great either. We thought about using our hairspray as a room deodorizer.
"Ewww, do we have to dance there?"
"Ummm....let's see if we can find a broom."
Another mom found a broom and started sweeping.
Meanwhile another dancer entered the theater. "This place is creeping me out!" she exclaimed.
Yeah. It was pretty scary. I think the place was an old convent or something.
Anyway, the girls did a great job and the ghost residents really enjoyed the show. Maybe we'll go back for Halloween.
June 4, 2011
Marker Boy
Before I tell you this story, I'll finish yesterday's story. Here's the recap: I tried to take my daughter to a slumber party, but got terribly lost. It looked like she wasn't going to attend. After I finished teaching violin lessons, the mom called and gave the correct directions to the party. These, of course were nothing like the directions that were given on Mapquest. My daughter did get to the party - two hours late. She had a great time. So that story ended well.
Now here's the next story: A couple of weeks ago, my son was grounded. He had to spend several days in his room. Somehow he managed to get a hold of a permanent marker. He started drawing on all his stuffed animals, drawers, decorations, and bedding. (This was not what he was grounded for. This is what he did while he was grounded!)
Needless to say, I was not very happy! I got the magic eraser out and scrubbed. I thought I had gotten everything. Then today, I discovered the inside of his closet. He had traced his hand on the walls of the closet, and there were "handprints" all over the walls.
Ugh! Now you know why this mama is a grouch!
Now here's the next story: A couple of weeks ago, my son was grounded. He had to spend several days in his room. Somehow he managed to get a hold of a permanent marker. He started drawing on all his stuffed animals, drawers, decorations, and bedding. (This was not what he was grounded for. This is what he did while he was grounded!)
Needless to say, I was not very happy! I got the magic eraser out and scrubbed. I thought I had gotten everything. Then today, I discovered the inside of his closet. He had traced his hand on the walls of the closet, and there were "handprints" all over the walls.
Ugh! Now you know why this mama is a grouch!
June 3, 2011
Slumber Party Bust
My daughter got invited to a slumber party. This evening we packed her sleeping bag and everything she needed and headed out. Let me just say, I can't stand the roads in Cincinnati. Each one has at least three different names, and every time you make a turn, it's a different name. Needless to say, I got lost. It should have taken me 16 minutes to get there, but I was on the road 50 minutes! I even got out and asked for directions, but nobody knew where the road was. (I did call the number on the invite, but unfortunately, I got an answering machine.).
Finally, I decided it was time to go home and forget about it. In fact, I was going to be late for my next lesson I had to teach.
I pulled into my street, and one of my students was pulling out. I had forgotten about my 6:30 lesson! So I totally messed up. Argh!
Finally, I decided it was time to go home and forget about it. In fact, I was going to be late for my next lesson I had to teach.
I pulled into my street, and one of my students was pulling out. I had forgotten about my 6:30 lesson! So I totally messed up. Argh!
June 2, 2011
Lego Master
I have had a lot of experience putting together Lego sets. Today's project was a 592 piece set called, Emperor Palpatine's Shuttle. I whipped that thing together in three hours. If you know anything about Lego sets, you'd have to admit, that's pretty darn good!
Even my son was impressed. "Mom, you're a Lego master!" he exclaimed.
"Does this mean I'm cool?" I asked.
"Yeah, totally!"
It's good to be cool!
Even my son was impressed. "Mom, you're a Lego master!" he exclaimed.
"Does this mean I'm cool?" I asked.
"Yeah, totally!"
It's good to be cool!
June 1, 2011
Spa Queen
Do you remember that honey concoction my daughter made a couple of weeks ago? You know - that stuff that she was going to have people slop on their face and call a beauty treatment? She pulled it off. She actually got people to buy it. In fact, it sold out!
"What are you talking about?" you ask. I'm talking about the third grade sale in which third-graders had to come up with a product, market it, and sell it to second graders and some teachers. My daughter decided to create spa products. She mixed together all kinds of concoctions - honey, brown sugar, and olive oil, lavender soap and vegetable oil, sea salt, epsom salt, ginger, cinnamon, and olive oil, and made a whole line of spa products.
I was impressed. Maybe she should start a business!
"What are you talking about?" you ask. I'm talking about the third grade sale in which third-graders had to come up with a product, market it, and sell it to second graders and some teachers. My daughter decided to create spa products. She mixed together all kinds of concoctions - honey, brown sugar, and olive oil, lavender soap and vegetable oil, sea salt, epsom salt, ginger, cinnamon, and olive oil, and made a whole line of spa products.
I was impressed. Maybe she should start a business!
May 31, 2011
Cinderella
I feel just like Cindrella. I sweep and mop the floors every day. I vacuum every day. I cook. I clean. I do the laundry. I get no appreciation. After dinner today, my husband said, "Woman, do the dishes!"
I scowled and went to my post at the kitchen sink.
My six-year-old son brought his dirty plate to the counter.
"Woman," he said. "Clean faster!"
Ugh!
Where is that fairy godmother? And where is that nice ball at the castle? I could sure use a break!
I scowled and went to my post at the kitchen sink.
My six-year-old son brought his dirty plate to the counter.
"Woman," he said. "Clean faster!"
Ugh!
Where is that fairy godmother? And where is that nice ball at the castle? I could sure use a break!
May 30, 2011
Bad Day for Bubba
It was a bad day for my boy. First, his allergies acted up. His eyeballs puffed up so that his eyes became narrow slits. Eyedrops and allergy medicine didn't help much.
Then he got upset because his friend wouldn't let him play with a turtle he found in the woods. He was so upset, he tackled the kid. The kid punched him in the mouth and loosened his front tooth.
Then we thought we'd go to the playground. Everyone piled into the car -including the eighty-five pound German Shepherd (my husband's idea, not mine!). When we arrived at our destination, the dog trampled over my son to get out of the car. The poor kid got a few scratches from that one.
Then he put on sunscreen and got some in his eyes. Boy did his eyes sting!
The kid was so upset and exhausted, he just wanted to go home.
I took his hand and led him back to the car. On the way, he managed to run into a garbage can (his eyes were closed, so he wasn't watching where he was going.). He sliced open his lower lip. Blood oozed everywhere. I frantically searched for some guazes in my first aid kit to stop the bleeding. I found an eye patch. Good enough.
I was covered in blood. My son was covered in blood. And the dog, well, he was obnoxious as usual. It was not a fun ride home.
Poor Bubba!
Then he got upset because his friend wouldn't let him play with a turtle he found in the woods. He was so upset, he tackled the kid. The kid punched him in the mouth and loosened his front tooth.
Then we thought we'd go to the playground. Everyone piled into the car -including the eighty-five pound German Shepherd (my husband's idea, not mine!). When we arrived at our destination, the dog trampled over my son to get out of the car. The poor kid got a few scratches from that one.
Then he put on sunscreen and got some in his eyes. Boy did his eyes sting!
The kid was so upset and exhausted, he just wanted to go home.
I took his hand and led him back to the car. On the way, he managed to run into a garbage can (his eyes were closed, so he wasn't watching where he was going.). He sliced open his lower lip. Blood oozed everywhere. I frantically searched for some guazes in my first aid kit to stop the bleeding. I found an eye patch. Good enough.
I was covered in blood. My son was covered in blood. And the dog, well, he was obnoxious as usual. It was not a fun ride home.
Poor Bubba!
May 29, 2011
Beast Strikes Again
I have had a couple of extra varmits to take care of these last couple of days. The huskies next door needed to be pet sitted (yes, the same ones who sliced my dog's ear and took the cone off his head). Apparently, my dog wasn't too happy about that, and he rebelled.
When I returned from feeding the huskies, I found that he had wandered into the front room where I teach violin lessons. He knows he's not allowed there! He jumped up onto my desk and grabbed my violin shoulder rest in his mouth. He promptly destroyed it. I am furious! How dare he mess with my violin stuff!
He is now banished to the crate. Forever.
When I returned from feeding the huskies, I found that he had wandered into the front room where I teach violin lessons. He knows he's not allowed there! He jumped up onto my desk and grabbed my violin shoulder rest in his mouth. He promptly destroyed it. I am furious! How dare he mess with my violin stuff!
He is now banished to the crate. Forever.
