So You Had A Bad Day?

y'all.

Today I had to go back to the student support office to drop off the rest of the paperwork from yesterday. I gathered all the things I needed and placed them in a big, huge manila folder. I wanted to head out early and get this over and done with. I didn't even feed the kids.

I'm not Satan. I had a plan. I gave them milk when they woke up, but since yesterday taught me that they hate the support center, I needed a distraction. Food works nicely. Especially if they're hungry. Like haven't eaten since last night hungry. ;-) So we picked up some food and headed on our merry way.

We got there, made the treck up the hill, Sebi said he had to pee- so we found a restroom and took care of that business. Then off to deliver my smartly packaged folder. Oops. I left it in the van. Of course. So we treck back to the van, open the door. Guess what? I forgot the folder at home. uggggghhhhhh.

I still hadn't fed the kids because I was waiting for when we got into the office that they hate and has scarred them forever and ever, amen. I had no choice but to bust out the food, pack up the kids and the stroller and head on back home.

unpack the kids, grab the folder, repack the kids and back to the school.

We get in the office that has scarred them forever and ever, amen and start snowballing. Homer remembers this guy and his office. He's pissed. I broke out a candy bar. It was backup. It lasted about 2 minutes. Nice back up. Next time I'm bringing everlasting gobstoppers. So amidst the wails and cries and tantrums between Homer and Gabriel and Sebi finding EVERYTHING that he could possibly get into- we talked about my options.

Then he wants to get me registered for a speech class this summer. I have a hold on my account because of $11.00 dollars that I owe for tuition that my grants didn't cover this semester because I'm "out of district" a.k.a. "we get to screw you and make you pay more than double".

So he sends me off to go and take care of that and tells me to come right back. Off we go. me and the banshees.

payed the11 bucks, back to the office that has scarred them forever and ever, amen (but a quick trip to the restroom because Sebi has to pee again). This was our shining moment. Our encore, if you will. Sebi has discovered a lamp in his office with a motorcycle base. if you touch a specific button, not only does it light up, but it also makes a sound akin to the Harley Davidson: Reunion of Every Member Festival. Homer and Gabriel are doing their thing that they do in the office that has scarred them forever and ever, amen.

meanwhile, the counselor and I are trying to get me into this class. He can't register me because I need to be granted a petition. He makes a phone call. I hear him say, "I'm sorry I've got screaming babies in my office", so I politely excuse myself and the little darlings and step outside of his office. Sebi is running semi-circles around the stroller and jumping and jumping and jumping. This may have had something to do with him frequenting the candy bowl the receptionist had on her desk. maybe. Homer and Gabriel are at their all time worst. ALL TIME.

A nice lady with a pleasant look on her face *ahemm* comes into the office where we are and tells the receptionist that she is going to close the door *glances at me and my sideshow*, and states that they are doing testing next door.

Wonderful.

The office that has scarred them forever and ever, amen is right next to the testing center. And I just bought a bunch of college kids who were hungover and didn't get around to studying a free ticket for a re-test.

You are welcome, young Jedis. I remember those days...

So while all pandemonium has broke loose on my end, the counselor has managed to get me into the honors program. Because it's an honors class that he was trying to register me for and that's why I needed to be granted a petition. So now I have to fill out an application for the Honor's Program and fax it in so that they can send me a congratulatory e-mail and he can get me into this class. Is it just me, or does it seem like this man is hell-bent on getting me into that dang class. I mean really. I think there are others out there.

so now, I've got the kids. you know, the 3 of them. and I'm expected to take an honor's speech class in 5 weeks, online, with two class meetings on the campus that has NO PARKING. NO. PARKING. It is known as the campus that has no parking. I don't even know what that campus' real name is. It's just always been the campus that has no parking.

and this guy can maybe get me some childcare in the spring. maybe.

I'll talk about my afternoon later. I'm waiting for 5 o' clock...