Author: Yajaira

Friday was an interesting day. I kissed Mario goodbye in the morning and told him, “Thank God it’s Friday. It’ll be an easy day. We’re just going to study for our Final on Monday.”

Boy was I wrong.

The teacher surprised us by giving us our study guides back (I got a 92) and telling us we had two hours to study before we TOOK THE FINAL. We were stunned. She said she was making us take it that day since at least 50% of the class was absent on Monday. I bit my tongue, but after a few minutes of discussing it with the girls I decided to speak my piece. I told her it wasn’t fair that we got only a few hours to study just because of the people who were constantly absent. She said it wasn’t a punishment; that it was an extremely easy final and she was sure if we studied those two hours that we’d pass.

I didn’t care if it was easy; I was still pissed. I kept telling myself that if I didn’t pass with at least a 95, I was going to be furious. I studied like crazy for those two hours and Lucy and I kept quizzing each other every few minutes to see what we needed to study more.

We took the Final, and I got a 99. Yeah, that’s right. I would have broken my keyboard in half if I didn’t do well. I’d have gotten a 100 had I paid extra close attention and Bolded the months of the week in the assignment (stupid mistake). But wow, we’re actually done with Excel. We start Access on Monday. I’ve never worked with Access. I know it has to do with databases and that’s it .

I dropped Ricci off at home and since Mario now has his days off on Friday (yay!), we got ready and left to pick up his pay check. We deposited $315 for the car payment and a few other small things, filled up the tank ($28 now, and that’s because the gas prices have gone down a little), made our JC Penny payment, and paid Eddie for our brand-new JVC video camera ($100 for a $400 camera!). It’s been months since we went out to eat at a nice place so we tried Logan’s Roadhouse. Mario ordered two drinks, we got Mozzarella sticks, the kids got hot dogs and they drank two chocolate milks each. I got my food (which I didn’t really like) and a Coke (the waiter gave me a free Coke since I didn’t like the mixed-drink tea I’d gotten. I told Mario we should give him a nice tip since he was a really good waiter and he said, “Oh, so you like him now?” He kept teasing me about that the whole time we were there *rolls eyes*.) The bill came out to a whopping $54 . I’m so not used to spending that type of money at restaurants.

Needless to say, after paying our bills, buying stuff we needed around the hosue and a few groceries, and the extra “treats” we got this paycheck, we’re almost completely broke. Mario and I got really depressed about it yesterday. We both almost had nervous breakdowns. It sucks that we can’t even get or do a few extra things or else we’re totally broke. We also had this incident with the bank. Mom-in-law made a payment through our account which went through twice and of course had overdraft charges, so we’ll have to make our car payment late. Lovely! It’s really depressing.

We went to Jorge and Maggie’s that night and just talked about how everything sucks, about how Jorge is going bat-shit crazy since he’s bored out of his mind at home, and about how some people are taking advantage of the hurricane Katrina crisis. It’s always nice seeing them. Shame we can’t visit them more often .

As for this weekend, we’ve spent it exactly like I wanted to: doing nothing. I run so many errands and have a trillion things to do during the week, that spending the weekend at home sounded like a great idea. It’s been relaxing, except for the few fights the kids get into. I spent most of yesterday cleaning (which I REALLY needed to do) and then reading. I slept so well last night; hadn’t had a great night’s sleep like that in a long time.

I guess I’ve babbled enough for today. I need to write up a grocery list since we’re going grocery shopping tonight. I’m sort of dreading it. My feet are still recovering from all the walking around on Friday .

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I meant to write a few hours ago after I’d picked Eenan up, but since I was flaming mad I thought I’d give myself a while to cool off. Well, it’s been a while and I’m still pissed .

Jaylen and I got in the car at 2:40 as we do every day to wait in line to pick Eenan up. I was maybe the 8th person in line. The air conditioner was on full blast, Jaylen was contently playing with his toys in the back seat, and I was about to get back into Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, when I see a cop drive up and saw him waving at people to roll their windows down. I roll mine down, to hear what the comotion was about, and he says we can’t be parked in the street because we’re in the way. Hello? Where else are we supposed to park and wait? They don’t open the gate to the school till 3:15, and whether he or the commissioner or whoever sent him like it or not, they can’t do anything about the huge line that forms. We need to pick up our kids. Since I was in a huge T-shirt and boxers, I came back home and changed so that I could talk to the principal about the whole situation. When I went back the same cop was talking to the rest of the parents who’d gotten in line, so I waited behind a car that was stopped and proceeded to drive into the bus loading area. To my surprise the cop’s on my passenger side and he tells me that I almost ran over a lady who was crossing the crosswalk. I yelled, “WHAT?? There wasn’t anyone there!” He insists that there was, when I clearly looked both ways before crossing. Now that I think about it, I was way past the crosswalk by the time that lady crossed it. Grr. After appologizing for something I didn’t “almost” do, I ask him about where we should park now. He says he doesn’t know, that we can’t get in line there and that maybe we should park in the neighborhoods and walk across or DRIVE AROUND. Sure buddy, easy for you to say since the city/state pays for your gas. Has he SEEN the gas prices??

I was so pissed about him accusing me of something I didn’t do that I just drove off. I didn’t talk to anyone about it. I parked where Elda does; in one of the neighborhoods across the street from the school. It was incredibly crowded–two cars could not pass at one time. Later on I bet they’ll be telling us we can’t park in the neighborhoods because we’re blocking people’s drive ways. I crossed the street to where Elda was parked and told her about it. A few minutes later I walked across the street (Jaylen stayed with Elda) and I went to get Eenan. I spoke to one of his teachers about the whole parking/waiting, another lady who’s a patroller, and then Eenan’s kindergarten teacher and nobody knew about it and even they were in shock. Grr. It would have been nice if the cop had gone INTO the school, let the principal know AHEAD OF TIME, and then she could have notified us about it. I’m just so pissed. 3rd time the school changes the after school pick-up routine. Lord knows they have enough extra land, I don’t know why they just don’t make a parking lot or SOMETHING to accomodate parents and their cars. They’ve (the city, cops, whoever was “complaining”) seen us parking there for the past two years and only now it’s a problem? I don’t know why whoever built the school didn’t realize parking and picking up students was a necessity.

I’d really like to yell at someone right now.

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