The Vault

Good morning, my blogging pals!

I was up early, took my son to school, dropped the dog off at the groomers, and went back to my son's school to retrieve the cell phone he had taken away from him on Friday. I was a bit peeved. First, I had to ring up the school to find out how to get it back. That was Friday and they advised me to ring them up before coming to get the phone so they could get it out of "the vault". Hmmmmm. When I finally got to the high school after dropping off the dog, I had to wait about twenty minutes. I don't really mind that, but the wild goose chase the discipline secretary underwent for the sake of my cell phone was pitiable. She checked "the vault" (a locked closet!!) and then radio-ed a person to check with the teacher who confiscated the cell . . . then she checked "the vault" again and found it, all the while apologising to me for the inconvenience. I'm like, "I feel bad for you!" Yes, it is annoying - even more so since it's an avoidable annoyance. If my son had kept his phone in his pocket, none of this would have transpired. His punishment is that he doesn't get to carry the phone for a few weeks. He doesn't need it anyway. I only wanted him to have one for when he walks home from school (back when the weather was warmer at the beginning of the year) or for other after school times.

Let's just say the son hasn't been pleasant lately. Last Friday (same day as the phone confiscation) he says he did not suit up for PE and hence, second warning and a trip to the office. Can anyone just say "teenager" and "the pits of hell" at the same time?? Yes, well, Friday was a day I felt like a complete doofus parent. I cannot tell my mum or she'll say "pay back's a bitch" and I don't think my pride can take another round of abuse. Just kidding. I can take it. I was not a hellion per se, but I was a punker and I had a "mouth" . . . so I ought to hand this over to my mum on a gold plate and let her enjoy it. Still.

I'm going to make myself some breakfast, brew some more coffee, and pray my morning prayers. I have one load of clothes in the dryer and some ironing to do to complete yesterday's task. Then, I'll be vacuuming the stairs, hallways, and bathrooms upstairs. The goal is to also clean the downstairs half-bath and clean the other two tomorrow. I find tackling housework this way is easier to manage. There's not so much I can't do it in reasonable time, but I get enough slacking off time, too. Yes, I procrastinate something awful - but I beat that out of myself by planning to clean spread out over several days.

What a bloody borrrrrrring post! (So far).

Listen. Please keep a blogging friend of ours in prayer. Jen had a miscarriage and it's terribly sad. Please just ask God comfort her and her family in their sorrow.