i was planning on writing about how last week for the first (although the school year is almost done) Z read a 1st grade reading level book. i WAS proud.
so much for that.
i just got a call from Z's principal.
[could i please have a week where this woman doesn't call me? i really do like her & we can talk about anything, just not a call about Z ok?]
he pulled the fire alarm switch.
the entire school had to evacuate.
this is my child.
could you PLEASE QUIT THIS INSANE SHIT YOU'RE DRIVING #$%$%^%$%^ CRAZY!!!!