School

These are the happenings at school this week for the Ubaydi girls.

1. Tuesday, Sophia comes home with a note that says she wrote on her desk. She claims that she didn't write on her desk "today" and that that writing was from last week. Nope, sorry girlie...just because today was the day you got busted doesn't mean you're off the hook for not writing on the desk "today". Nice try though. GROUNDED!

2. Wednesday, Isabella gets in the car and says "I need to chat with you privately". This is code for I got in big trouble at school and I don't want my sisters rubbing it in. So, she hands me a note from her teachers that says "Isabella owes Dawson a note of apology written by her and her parent". Bahahahaha...this momma does not play that game, if a note needs to be written it will done by Isabella only.

So, the story goes...the boys were chasing the girls on the playground (an everyday occurrence since Kindergarten) and the girls in turn chased the boys. One girl grabs the "cute boy" in the class and another girl turned around abruptly and crashes into him and he busts his lip open on her shoulder. Sounds like playground playing to me...happens all the time in 3rd grade and was by no means malicious. So, then the girls are called into a separate classroom and given a lecture by the Vice Principal (what? that's crazy) and then are all made to promise to never talk to the boy again (ridiculous really? never, talk to a boy in your class...absolutely impossible).

At this point I'm absolutely positive that A...the teachers don't have a clue what goes on on the playground and B..that the girls misunderstood part of the explanation process that administration and staff attempted. I am most certainly am not going to write any kind of apology letter. I make Isabella write a letter that says I apologize for the accident on the playground and next time I will make wiser choices.

3. Thursday, Sophia comes home with yet another not saying she was talkative in class on the carpet today. again, she tells me she didn't do it and that Jessica was talking to her first. Next time she needs to tell Jessica to zip it.

Isabella also comes home from school and says we have to have "the chat". I get classy eyed and scared...what chat? She says "well, the teachers told us all today that we have "the stink" and that we all need to go buy deoderant because the classroom smells after recess. Mom, I want starwberry kiwi kind and can we go buy it now?" Um, NO!!!!! 8 year old girls don't stink...even after playing soccer for 2 hours yesterday she didnt stink. I researched online and read that ages 9-14 maybe and that mostly deoderant is needed at around 10 years old or Middle school.

Sophia is in her room for the rest of the night reading and cleaning. Isabella is cleaning, folding laundry and helping Ava. I am reaping the benefits of slave labor.