Not Again!

I'm starting off by saying this happened NOT ON MY WATCH! I got a message from hubby last night on my cell. While I was working apparently my daughter- the oldest- kicked her foot through a window.

Ummmm, really?

Yes, REALLY! Not something I would joke about.

He had to take her to Urgent Care because she sliced 2 of her toes.


The Dr. wanted to stitch her up but she would have none of that. She was too scared, so he just glued the cuts and put tape over them. Because she didn't get stitched she can't walk on her foot for 5 days. GREAT!

So, now here we are, at home, with an extra kid. She is lovin' the life, though, I'm pretty sure. All she has done today is watch movies and snack.


She is hopping around when she feels like it, which I'm sure will eventually cause some other injury because she is my child and the family curse is still in full force. I do have to be grateful, though. Her injury could have been A LOT worse.

I'll have to let you know if the curse strikes again... Wait, it already did. How many of your kids have kicked their foot through a window?

I have to give a little info on this window. We have had all but 2 windows replaced in our house. Those have not been done because according to housing code we have to have well windows for those rooms and getting the concrete cut for that is more than what is in our checking account at any given moment. So, although the actual replacement windows were purchased over 3 years ago they are still sitting quietly in the office downstairs, not saying a word. I think they are hibernating. They could be dead for all I know. Really, they are just there. Of all windows for my daughter to kick she had to kick 1 (of the 2 not replaced yet) out of 18 windows in our house. What are the odds? Anyone good at math here? (That was not a rhetorical question, I'd really like to know the answer.

A side note, this morning at breakfast the oldest asked me if we could do some home-schooling while she is not at school this week. Well, I had a flashback to my Idaho trip that almost knocked me on the ground. We did do a little home-schooling-type-thingy while in Idaho because the kids missed a whole week of school. I know, I'm a great parent. You should already know that! Really all I did was go to the dollar store and get the kids some workbooks to do. I did help with some of the stuff, but basically let them have fun while I was playing with my sis and her darling baby! (remember the pics? She is darling, isn't she!?)

Okay, back to my story- so, after finishing a page in the workbook Oldest Child asked me if I would check her work. She was working on spelling and I noticed that one of the words she was using a capital S instead of the lowercase s. I asked her to tell me when we use a capital. She gave me a crusty look that would put all of your kids to shame. No, she didn't answer my question so I began to list the uses of capitalizing a word. Still nothing. Seriously, she was SOOOOOO mad. So, I decided that she didn't need help if she was going to be stubborn. I walked away.

Later I told my sis about it and how I am pretty sure Oldest Child does not like me. One moment we are buddy-buddy and the next moment she is trying to kill me with the crusty-look from helk (thanks for letting me borrow that word Crash!).

My sister, ever the peacekeeper in the family pulled Oldest Child aside later and talked to her about what happened. My sister asked why she was being mean to me. Oldest Child said, "My mom is not a good teacher."

WHAT! I taught that girl's preschool for 3 years. She did great and was totally prepared for school. She tells people all the time that she was special because mom taught her preschool. Now I have to pawn my kids off on a friend for preschool (well, I do pay her for it!). I don't really have the time or patience to do it right now. Remember how my house looks(like this and this)? And now she tells her aunt that I am NOT A GOOD TEACHER? What in the freakin' world. (yes, I just said freakin')

After talking for a bit Oldest Child restated her original thought with this..."My mom is not a good teacher...for me."

Like that is supposed to make me feel better.

Which pulls us back to the original story of her hurt foot. Did she honestly just ask me, the "not a good teacher" mom to homeschool her?

After I picked my jaw up off the ground I smiled and oh so politely walked away.

Theme song- First Cut Is The Deepest by Cat Stevens. I was debating which version of the song to put on (I also like the Sheryl Crow version) but I think I like this one the best. It's just classic! (Not to mention appropriate for the post.)