NO SNOW TO SHOW!

Truth be told, I was going to take the easy way out today and blog a Wordless Wednesday, showing you all the beautiful sights covered in snow (even though most of you can look out of your own windows and see them for your yourselves). But NOOOOO, here in St. Louis, instead of the predicted 10-20 inches, we get about 1-2 inches. Seriously! Yes, we did get the ice first, they got that right, but WAAAAAAY off on the snow accumulation.

How does that happen?

With all that sophisticated technology at their fingertips, how can our meteorologists get it SO WRONG, SO OFTEN???

Here’s my theory:  Mother Nature can be unpredictable (obviously). She likes to do her own thing. And being a woman, I’m sure that she changes her mind just to piss people off sometimes. She’s thinking, “Haha, they think I’m sending the storm due North, so I’m gonna just tweak it a bit and change its direction to the East a little tiny bit. BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!” (That was her evil laugh, because to her, a tiny bit is hundreds of miles off course.)

She’s a terrible mother!

Oh, and this week, she’s especially evil. Just because SHE doesn’t like football, she’s making it horrendous for everyone involved in the Super Bowl by giving Dallas cold weather and ice right before the big day. Really, Mother Nature? Just deal with the fact that football is here to stay. Give them some heat to melt your stupid ice!

Karen

UH OH, THE TEACHER WANTS TO SEE ME!

Why is it that when my kid’s teacher asks to see me, I feel like I’m the one who did something wrong? For a split second, I wonder what I did! Then, when I snap back to reality, I wonder what my kid did wrong. And in the next split second, I’m back to wondering what I did wrong, because, after all, if my son did something, I’m sure I’m to blame somehow. Right?

Okay, that was confusing! But the question is this: Am I the only one who feels like I am being reprimanded by the teacher when she talks to me about my child? Why do I feel like I’m back in elementary school, sitting in those little chairs, with the teacher, glasses on the tip of her nose, shaking her finger at me? (Okay, maybe that’s just MY visual, but it’s how it makes me feel!)

Teacher: Your son is not following directions.

Translation in my head: You’re a terrible mother. You let your son play too many video games.

Teacher: He talks too much in class.

Translation: You’re a terrible mother. You let him eat too much candy.

Teacher: He doesn’t pay attention during class discussions.

Translation: You’re a terrible mother. He doesn’t get enough sleep.

You get the idea. No matter what she says, automatically I’ll think it’s my fault.

So today, I’ll be sitting in my son’s classroom, trying not to feel like a complete failure of a parent. Who knows, maybe she’s calling me in to tell me what a wonderful and exemplary child I have.

Do teachers ever do that???????

Karen