I went to the Dallas Stars game last night and spent the whole time wishing I hadn't. Ah well. It didn't kill me, but I would have preferred to have been at home. I honestly don't understand the draw of professional sports. I've now seen both the Dallas Stars and the Dallas Cowboys both at their arenas and on TV. It is definitely much more interesting on TV--as interesting as it can be, anyway. And the cost...well, I won't even go there. I wish I could say that I enjoyed my friends' company, but I didn't.

This morning was the first parent-teacher conference of the new school year. We decided to put the kiddo in public school this year. They say that he is very smart but barely passing because he isn't responsible. Duh! I REALLY hope he either pulls his head out of his butt, or they hold him back. Some kids just need that extra year to mature, you know? I expressed our openness to holding him back (as we've been ready to do it for two years now) and they seemed VERY disturbed by that. Wish I cared...

I absolutely refuse to babysit that boy every moment of his life and check to make sure he is doing what he is supposed to do every single minute. He has to internalize this and decide that he wants to succeed. He is getting very close to 11 years old. I will remind him, over and over and over, but I will not sit on top of him. I really don't see how making sure he is doing the right homework and checking to make sure it is in his backpack, will help him be successful in life. He has a set time when he gets home that he is supposed to do his homework. And he sits there and does it. Then I ask him when he is finished if he put it in his backpack. Then, we ask him SEVERAL times that night and the next morning if it is his backpack. If he repeatedly says it is done and it is in his backpack, then he needs to figure out that there are consequences for it not being done and/or not in his backpack. Because that is how life is. I really don't care if the school district gets penalized, or not, for a child getting held back. F*ck them.

Okie dokie. I am, apparently, in a mood this morning...now I have to go deal with an extremely political organization. This used to be one of my favorite clients. Now it is absolutely my LEAST favorite.