Dear Laundry

Dear Laundry,
I strongly dislike you. While I am thankful that you are around to keep us warm at times and make us look cute at others, I really can't stand you. Almost every time you are around, I consider joining a nudest colony. I don't understand why you find it necessary to hide one little sock under the couch until I am completely caught up, almost as if you want to make sure I never run out of you.

I will never understand why you need attention every single day either. And if I happen to forget you or choose to ignore you, then you decide to ruin an entire day where all I can do is spend time with you. Is there nothing else you can do with your time than sit around and just wait for me?

I know that some of my friends actually like you and get a sense of accomplishment from spending time with you, but I don't. I wish you would visit their homes more and mine less, but because that most likely won't happen, we need to find some sort of middle ground. I will try to acknowledge you more, but please stop playing your tricks.

Until the dryer buzzer goes off,
Me

Dit

Today when I went to get the kids from school, Dawson's teacher stopped to tell me about the day. I guess the kids were supposed to take letter blocks and make a word and then color a picture about it. Well Dawson made the word DIT.

Since it needed to be a real word, his teacher asked him if he thought that was a word. He said he did of course. So she told him, "Ok, then color me a picture to show what it is." He grabbed a black crayon and colored the entire paper black. When his teacher came back, she asked him what was going on. His reply was, "This is my picture of DIT. It is a Spanish word. It means really dark."

I have to give the kid credit. He very rarely stays on task at school and follows the actual directions, but he sure is creative when he wants to do things his own way. I just wonder how much longer his teachers will find it humorous.

On the other hand, I have my dear Colton whose dear teacher texted me Friday to say we needed to talk. To back track a little, on Thursday night I told Colton to do a pracitce spelling test to which he replied, "Mom, I'm good. I've got the words."

The first word on Friday's spelling test was 'probable.' Well I guess my son didn't "have it" because his teacher said someone in class piped up and said, "No fair, Colton is copying it off his list." Oh yes, my child pulled out his spelling list and started to copy the word.

Teacher: "Colton, you can't do that. That is cheating."
Colton: "Well I couldn't remember how to spell the word."
Teacher: "Then you need to study more." (ya think?!)
Colton: "So let me guess. You're gonna mark this one wrong?"

Seriously! This is not made up. This is my every day dealings with my children. Oh, the laugh lines are getting deep.