So yesterday Tibs came home with another delightful assignment from The World’s Greatest Teacher, otherwise known as She Who Shall Not Be Named. Thursday is the 100th day of school, and GOD FORBID we let that significant milestone pass us by without proper recognition. SWSNBN (I’m abbreviating here, people–go with it) sent home a small Ziploc bag and the directions to find 100 things, sort them into groups, and put them in the bag and BY NO MEANS SHOULD THEY BE BIGGER THAN THE BAG UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH.
We chose Cheerios, mostly because we had a ton of them kicking around and I was far too lazy to think of anything else. Tibs counted them up, and then sorted those bad boys into 20s. We had five piles sitting there, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure how to get them into the tiny Ziploc in their five groups. So I called Bucket, mostly to rant about SWSNBN. “Put them on string and make them into bracelets,” he said in that annoyingly calm, practical engineer voice. YES! Bucket is a genius!
He was a genius until it came time to string those bastards on. The string we had was too fat to fit into the Cheerios without unraveling, so I had to find a needle and thread each one myself, because Tibs kept poking himself with the needle. I got increasingly stressed and twitchy and ranty, to the point that Tibs was patting me on the back and saying, “It’s okay, Mama. You’re almost done,” like I was running a marathon or having chemo or something.
Today, he came back from school with the CHEERIOS STILL IN HIS BAG. I restrained myself from ranting about the incompetence of SWSNBN, and put his bag by the door where it lives. Cut to a few hours later, when he and I were playing the traditional family game when each of us stands in opposing corners of the living room and we try to nail each other with soft objects. He dove to avoid my projectile stuffed mouse, and tripped on his backpack.
There were many words that ran through my head just then, but I’ll just say: shit. Of course, about half of the Cheerios had broken off the strings, but no one string was entirely decimated, meaning that we had to add some to almost all of them, and start a couple over from scratch.
Just kill me now.