short of tearing my hair out
I've finally whittled my story down - the hardest part is deciding what stays and what goes. But it's the nice part of the writing challenge - to make a tighter, better story within a certain number of words.Other things that make me want to tear my hair out this week: misbehaving child - I've been having to deal with a defiant, opinionated little boy all week. What's that you say? Me opinionated, defiant? Never!
Dylan started school, or daycare more appropriately, last week. He now recognizes that weekends are GOOD and school is, well, certainly not the weekend. Some days he leaves with promises of being a good child, others, with a scream. Ah well. That's how it will be for the next, oh, until he goes to college I guess. I'm not satisfied with the school's program - supposedly they do a lot of activities and worksheets - which, surprise, surprise Dylan would much rather scribble on. But I'm getting the feeling that they don't do much short of "Nothing" and "I watched TV" all day. I hear there's a Montessori that costs almost the same with a much better program and lots of museum field trips. On the otherhand, a couple of things we've learned: Dylan doesn't think names are important and school lunches are a thinly disguised ploy for corporate America to take over the world, again. But that's another story.
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