My own little world.

I’m sick of living in everyone else’s world. Dammit! It’s my turn.

You all are invited to live in my world. In this world, there is no dream too big, no shoe too small, no blue eyeshadow, and no bad advice.

In my world, there’s no homework or bad grades.

If your ass is the size of Texas (she says, looking behind her) you’re not only welcomed, but revered.

Ah yes. I love my world. Who’s with me?
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Okay, on to another topic.

Yesterday, I told you all about my dilemma with my first born.

Hubby and I briefly discussed punishments/rewards/solutions yesterday before I headed home to deal with the issue. I told him that since Ian currently had an F in Math that I felt he shouldn’t plan in his last soccer game (which is next week) and he shouldn’t play Flag Football until that grade is back at a C or higher.

He said, “Okay.”

Now, I interpreted “Okay” to mean, “I agree.”

Appparently, “Okay” meant, “I don’t want to argue about it.”

Hmmmm.

So now, he’s asking me if I’m not sending Ian a mixed message because I’ve always said it isn’t fair to punish the team by not allowing a child to play if he’s grounded. And I still stand by that–I don’t take team sports away as punishment, normally.

BUT! HE HAS AN F!

In Jr. High and High School, he wouldn’t be allowed to play with that grade…so who’s sending the mixed message?

Before I forget–Thank you to my dear friend and former college roommate, PamPam (Pamela Kahler), for sending me all that great information and parenting tips.