Showing posts with label bad mommy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad mommy. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Bad Mom?

Monk Man has been begging for 2 weeks to go to pre-school. I told him no because I had heard it was really expensive. Now in my mind, really expensive means thousands of $$. We just can't swing that.

Well, last night I found out that it is $75 a month. Now that is doable. Especially when our daycare cost would drop from $360/month to $180/month. Half the time=half the bill. We would be saving money.

This morning, I walked over to the school (which just happens to be across the street from my moms house and daycare) to see what I could find out.

I didn't get any good news. The pre-school runs on the same schedule as a normal school year. Period. The only way they could make an exception was if Monk Man was special needs, which he isn't.

The guy I talked to suggested trying Headstart. My sister's baby's daddy's girlfriend (no lie, this is Springer shit) works for Headstart. She is NOT a good person anymore and I refuse to expose Monk Man to her. See, she used to be a good person. She was actually my next door neighbor and I have known her for years. But then she cheated on her husband (who is still my neighbor) and they got divorced. That is when she turned into what she is now. Psycho bitch.

Anyway, now I feel like a bad mom for not getting Monk Man into pre-school earlier. Does it really make me a bad mom or is it just standard mommy guilt?

I really want to make things right so I need your help. I want to start doing pre-school things at home in the evenings.

1) Tell me, what the hell do kids do in pre-school?
2) Send me any links related to home schooling or preschool. Blogs, printable stuff, pictures, web sites, anything.
3) You can email me: mommycrisp at yahoo dot com, PMAN on babycenter or leave a link in your comment.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I am so childish

This weekend, Bobblehead started saying words. Not sounds that I pretend to hear are real words, but actual words!

Tee heee.
He can say caka.
snort

I think it is SOOOO freaking funny.

This was our conversation over breakfast (at noon since work is in the shitter and getting worse....I will post about that later):

Me: Bobblehead, say caka.
Bobble: Caka
Me-almost falling out of my chair: Hahahahahahahaha
Bobble: Hahahahaha
**repeat a million times**

I am such a bad mom for encouraging that.

On the (semi-)brighter side, he can say hot-dog and cookie too.