I was the first in line yesterday when I went to pick Eenan up from school. I feared being first since I’d never been first before and I didn’t know where I was supposed to “stop” in the parking line. So, I just stopped where the canopy ended. The sun was hitting us (Jaylen and I) so we got off to wait outside. I noticed the “elite Spanish-speaking mothers” were all huddled together but I just stood near them anyway. On the way over, Jaylen points down to a sewer cover and tells me that’s where the Ninja Turtles live. I look to where he’s pointing and say, “Oh yeah Baby, they do!” and when I looked up–he walked right into a pole . I quickly picked him up, rubbed his forehead and tried to console him when I hear gasps coming from all over the place. The Spanish Elites just stared at me, whispered and made faces at eachother as if I was the most appalling, un-fit mother they’d ever seen. One of them pointed me towards a water faucet where I could put water on his forehead, but I didn’t find it. She probably just told me about it so they could talk about me . When I got back one of the younger ones (the one I was actually jealous of for being so stylish–she MUST get up at 5am to get herself all dressed up. Who DOES that?!) just scanned me up and down and had this really constipated look on her face. When I told Mario about this all he said was, “Fuck ’em”. How right he is…fuck them. I can’t believe, if I actually spoke Spanish correctly, that I would have talked to those women. Screw that.
Needless to say, Jaylen got a really huge chipote (bump) on his forehead. He called it his “extra brain” LMAO. After putting some popsicles on the bump (I had NO ice), the swelling went down and today it’s barely noticeable. He just told me his extra brain is gone LOL.
Anyway, Eenan’s class came out and I see him with his hoodie sweater pulled over his head. I found it kind of odd, then spot Ms. O. and she shakes her head at me. I automatically knew something was wrong. She tells me he got a GPAR? which is a refferral I guess, because he punched a little boy in the privates. She says she tried talking to him but he wouldn’t say why he did it. She looked almost sorry to have written him up. Neither of us expected that from him, ever. At home I spoke to him and after half an hour, he tells me that little boy picks on him and is mean to him. I ask him if he was mean to him that day and he said no, that he was just mad at him. I told Ms. O. about it this morning and we both think the little boy picked on him so long, Eenan held it in and finally just got tired of it that day. He knows better than to hit, especially in that area. He’s grounded for the next 2 weeks. I was nervous and didn’t know what to say exactly. I just told him he knows better than to hit, not to hit anymore, and if anyone picks on him repeatedly, to tell his teacher. Taking it upon himself to “punish” someone will only get him in trouble. Hopefully he learned his lesson . I could so see the little boy’s Mom coming up to me and asking why my kid beat up her kid and it progress to some huge cat fight like on TV LOL.
When I got the kids buckled in the car, I start driving out. This asshole almost hit me since he didn’t want to let me through, yet it was my right of way. He had the nerve to stare me down when he was passing me on the street. Idiot.
The boys and I went to Sam’s with Mary and Noelia in the evening. We REALLY have to get a Sam’s card. We used to have one and got rid of it. But we really need one. Buying in bulk is cool .
After that we went to Target. I bought another plastic tote for old clothes and things I need to put away, a hot pink Hello Kitty air freshener for the car, a hot pink squeegee for the car’s windows (I hate when it’s dewey in the mornings!), and some foamy soap for the kids since they ran out. God I love Target. I could live in there.
I need to start putting all those old clothes away in a minute. We need to put the car seat, one of the “big” strollers, and the playpen into storage soon. It’s amazing how much crap we have . Mario wants to put the lamps Aunt Nora gave us into storage too. While eating breakfast this morning he tells me, “You know how you are with purses? I’ve noticed that’s how you are with lamps, too”. That is SUCH a lie. I only have a Hello Kitty lamp Mary gave me a few Christmases ago that goes on my bed side table and a silver lava/glitter lamp Aunt Nora gave me and that’s on my desk. And that’s it! Now, if he would have compared the purse thing to the shoe thing, then I’d have to agree . But doesn’t every girl need 10 bags and 10 shoes? He just doesn’t understand.
Okay, going to start folding little toddler clothes now and put them away *tear*.
on Thursday, March 3rd, Vic said:
Aww poor Jaylen 🙁 Glad he’s doing better now. And yes, certainly “fuck ’em” as Mario said. They remind me of the white yuppy moms who look at me like I had my kids at the age of 15 or something. Always trying to make people feel insecure. I agree with Birdie, appearances are decieving. They’re probably getting cheated on or ignored at home and the only thing they have that no one can touch is their children. So *flicks ’em off*
on Thursday, March 3rd, tara said:
try using spacesaver bags! I love them! You can get them at target and you just put all the clothes in and suck the air out using a vacumm hose. ( I sound like a damn commercial… LOL) I used them for all Isaiah’s old clothes and they use such little space compared to the plastic ones. You should try them!
OMG, I was LMAO off at Jaylen’s extra brain! Glad he is feeling better! 🙂
on Thursday, March 3rd, Birdie said:
Mommyland is always fun! Isn’t it? 😉
Anyway…I can most definitely relate to your dilemma with the whole speaking understandable Spanish. Ofcourse I’m not fluent in Spanish :)…hehe…but I have trouble with speaking understandable Hmong. I get extremely frustrated when I have to carry on long conversations with other Hmong women. Most of the Hmong mothes my age are all fluent in Hmong, and they CONSTANTLY gossip about other ppl. So, even if I did speak fluently, I doubt that I would want to carry on a conversation with any of them. There is that sort of feeling that they are the “elites” bc they’re seemingly leading a more “normal” family life…but appearances can be decieving. 😀