.. how damned would Bryan and I be if we went as Mary and Joseph for Halloween?

On behalf of intelligent, gorgeous women everywhere who work hard for what they get.. thank you, Fox.

Okay, I let him write about me peeing all over myself in the kitchen and then having the dog lick it up.  I think I’m owed this post.

If you haven’t been to Bryan’s site today, he wrote last night about something that plagued him since last Wednesday, and this same issue has been a struggle since last year.  The Boy HATES spelling.

I chose those words carefully, because he is not bad at it.  When he can hunker down and focus, it actually comes quite easily to him.  But “spelling” has been the name we applied to this issue because it has, for a year now, been the catalyst that sets off “the child that we don’t know”.

And here’s my frustration: I CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.  It’s VERY frustrating to me.  As someone who grew up around teachers, who is a big sister, who mentored children growing up, it is INCREDIBLY hard to not fix this.  It’s not my place to set up a conference with the teacher.  It’s not my place to check his grades online daily.  It’s not my place to do any of these things.  But I would.  Were it my place.

Not that I have an answer, obviously.  But that’s my frustration for the day.