Oh, Tomorrow...

WEEEEELLLL...

Tomorrow, or today depending on when you read this, I have to go sit at the Social Security office and try to get Braden another card. Ick...

At least it won't be as bad as sitting at the health department, I don't think. Those folks are always sick and they cough on my children. Yes, I'm an office snob. I don't like to be crammed into a waiting room chair, holding my "number," waiting to be called up while shooey people stare at me and breathe on me and look over my shoulder at what I'm reading. I hate it at the doctor's office, the health department, now the ss office, Wal-Mart, the mall, McDonald's, etc. I think I've made my point.

On a brighter note, I can have some "peace," if it can be called that, waiting in line at the ss office instead of dealing with someone else's teenager at school. There is a silver lining!

Oh yeah, and Braden lost all of his proverbial marbles today (classroom incentive plan). He backtalked, ate off the floor, and refused to pick up his mess after playtime. I thought he was getting better and then WHAMO! Disaster. So, WE (he and I) had to write "I will listen to the teacher" twice and I made him add "I am sorry!" Little toot...I've now had to threaten to cancel his smallish, late birthday playdate on Saturday. NO DISCIPLINE, NO FRIENDS! (Is this to hard-core for a five year old?)