Seriously, if the military wants to learn methods of non-violent torture, they should really take a lesson from our school district. Today, it took me over an hour to register my son for Kindergarten, and I still have to go back to the school to drop off a utility bill to prove we live at our house. Here's the thing. I called the school on 3 previous occasions, and receive no information as to what needed to be supplied at registration, and if you don't get the newspaper, you don't get the knowledge. Luckily, my girlfriend called me this morning to give me a heads up as to what needed to be brought. Problem: last week, I took care of my paper clutter. This means that I didn't have a single utility bill in my house, they've all been shredded. I brought 9 different forms of proof of residency when 3 were needed, but since none were utility bills, my son's registration is on hold until one is supplied. If you know me, than you know that I just can't handle stupid people or stupid policies. This is a stupid policy. Of course, I had to call the superintendent and complain. Grrr!
I also took the kids to help plan our local YMCA's new Kaboom! playground, sponsored by our favorite major corporation, MetLife. The kids each drew a picture of their ideal playground and shared their wishes. L wanted a castle/dragon playground with lots of spinning pieces and things to climb on. J wanted her's to look like an airplane (don't ask me why cause I don't know) with swings. I thought that was it. The kids shared their visions and I thought we would just come back on build day, but of course, there was more to this deal. The sucker I am, ended up signing up to do the recruitment of the 16 Build Captains, 250 volunteers, safety staff, and prep staff of 30. Let us not forget the 30% drop rate, so those are just the base numbers I need to have. Didn't I just say a couple of posts ago that I needed to reduce my schedule and simplify my life. Hmmm...guess that will have to wait until June.
With all I vent on here, though, I must say, I really do love my life. I love my busy schedule, though I often have dreams of simplifying it. Let's just say this venting is cathartic. If I didn't do it, someone might die, and it wouldn't be me ;) hehehe...j/k
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