Saturday, November 3, 2012

Parenting 101

I had parent teacher conferences recently. I hate parent teacher conferences! HATE them!
Why.. because no matter how well a kid is doing they always find something to bitch about. I am on my third kid here...two have grown, graduated and are gone and now I just have Logan (my gift from god) left.
He has ADHD so every conference sounds the same ...he TALKS to much. *sigh*
Ya think? He started talking at like 2 months and hasn't shut his mouth since! I'll take a new complaint for 100 dollars, Alex!
Logan has low A's and high B's which is pretty damn good for a kid that can't remember to brush his teeth each day or to wipe his own butt most times. I have followed him after he has used the bathroom and left me a present in the toilet with no paper... I know.
I do medicate him on school days but let me make this clear that I do it FOR him not for the teacher's that get annoyed with him. That means I have to rely on them to let me know how he's doing. That's why I go.
I met with one of his teacher's who has him for 4 classes a day. I figured she would be the best one to tell me how he's doing. She didn't look like she was going to have a nervous breakdown so I felt like everything was gonna be good. She could barely speak though and she seemed to be so nervous that she couldn't catch her breath.
I have a reputation of being a hard ass at this school. I have had to fight with teacher's for years over Logan's ADHD. One idiot complained that he would get up and shut the door all day because of all the hallway traffic.. it would bother him. DUH..he has ADHD! Don't sit him at a desk right by the door. *double sigh* The only teacher that ever liked him and didn't complain was a woman that I like to call the drill Sergent. She was a total bad ass but that kid excelled under her watch and she gave him praise. Something most ADHD kids don't get often enough.
He is doing wonderful and his reading is so advanced that they have put him a class for the more accelerated reader's so he won't get bored. Recently they have been reading the book "Water for elephants" It has some pretty steamy parts in it and Logan being 13 acted like a typical 13 year old boy by yapping about the sex stuff in another class which caused a chain reaction that ended up back in my lap.
They expect allot from a boy that just turned 13 last week...they should of been in my junior high class. Kelly peed in a tuba in the band room, Troy threw a huge wad of toilet paper onto one of glass windows in a door and we all got to watch is slide slowly down while Mrs Cook looked like she was gonna have a heart attack, and there's Tyler and his lovely football throw into Sue's nose at a 5 foot range. Just to name a few...
I have not read the book but did see the trailer of the movie before it came out which looked like a steamy love story. I also knew about the steamy stuff because Logan came home one day while I was on the phone with his oldest sister and told me about a part in the book where this dude was masturbating.
 His sister was like "What did he say?" I repeated it to her and she flipped out. "He's not old enough for that mom!" Whatever...he is in junior high now. I had to remind her that somewhere there is a 13 year old boy having sex right now and we should be glad he just dropped the M bomb....and nothing else.
To get my point across to her I reminded her of an evening years ago when her, her sister (who was probably in 7th or 8th grade) and I were driving home from a concert at the school.
I had 3 miles left and I would be off the gravel road we were on and heading into my house for the night. I can still see the glow of the dash lights as I was driving when I heard a voice from the backseat say "Mom, what's a blow job?" I almost drove into the ditch as I turned to look in the mirror and try and see the  face of my curious daughter. I then realized that my oldest sitting next to me had a big smirk on her face. My first reaction was to respond with something like "I don't know what your talking about." If you can explain it then it implicates you...nobody warned me when I was pregnant about this part.
I am a firm believer in the truth though no matter how hard it is to spit out so after I blocked out the side eyeing, grinning face of my high school kid I began to explain what it was. Straight up..no beating around the bush. I did not get to finish as the voice from the back seat began to say in a loud, flat, tone...NEVERMIND..NEVERMIND..NEVERMIND!
I guess you could say that by now I am numb to all this parent crap so that night I began to explain to Logan that it's a privilege for him to be in this reading class reading mature material and I expect him to act mature about the material he has read. That even though boobs, butt's and masturbating is funny to talk about the kid he is joking about it to may not be as mature ( I doubt that) and it might actually embarrass them...blah,blah, blah, yada, yada, yada....whatever.
I am still not sure I agree with him reading a book where the class skips over the sexy parts in class but then the kids have it in their possession to drool over the smut later when they are alone. All that  means is if he has questions about anything I may just end up driving in the ditch some dark night on the way home.
I'm getting to old for this shit.

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