The End Is Upon Us in meh...

The end of my son’s senior year of high school…

HOW-FUCKIN-EVER

…the shit isn’t going off without a hitch. There’s always a fuckin hitch like say oh....

1) I don’t know when graduation is. It’s not on the schools website because the schools website hasn’t been updated for 4 years.

2) All he received from school is his cap and gown. I paid $130 for a cap and gown and a diploma cover for senior dues? SERIOUSLY??? If this is the case, I could have used some cardboard and trash bags and made my own shit for him.

3) I haven’t even received his announcements yet. He forgot to turn in the stuff at school so I went to work the next day and called them and ordered them. ANOTHER $130 PLUS 10 cent and I don’t have his shit. All I remember getting were the announcements and those were not that expensive. On top of AWL that, I can’t find the receipts and paperwork from when I purchased it all. But I don have my card statement where it was transacted.

At 9:30 I will be calling them. Giving them enough time to open and get their day started before I smash up the whole shit.

Then my last class of this term was this past Tuesday. It ended on a sweet enough (meaning he brought cookies and cupcakes) but now have three assignments to turn in before May 8th. My last assignment needs work (needs expanding and expounding) and then the other assignment needs to be done and started and the last assignment is my final which is like 3 different papers with 3 different page limits on them all.

I missed one class and I probably shouldn’t have, but my son needed me for the day. It’s been crazy. And I’ve been distracted because maybe I don’t get what I’m supposed to do. I mean I get it, but with the “case” we are working with, I don’t know how to extract from it.

::insert Charlie Brown scream here::

Then I’m going to have my grandson starting tonight and I’m worried about my daughter’s home life. Then I’ve got their father texting me like I wasn’t ever going to tell him about graduation. I shouldn’t. I haven’t heard from him since he wanted a pat on the back last month for getting the boy a tv for his birthday. Such a dick face.

I think I’m PMS-ing as well. Not a good look. Then I promised to be somewhere on Saturday night.

I don’t like being… uuugggh!!

Take care of yourself,
Sister