Just when I thought I had nothing to blog about tonight.....
DH took K and B to their hip hop class this afternoon. I went to a meeting on regionalization with another town. Since I am running for school comm., I need to be up on these things. I am even going to have to answer questions on TV (well, the local channel) on Wed night. UGH/ACK/BLEH. Yes, I am already wondering what to wear. Do they give you a clothing budget once you get on the school comm?
Anyway, K comes running in the door with "that" face on. I knew something was up the minute I saw her. "B called me Bucktooth Betty." Mind you, I am not sitting on the couch wrapped up in a silk shawl drinking martinis. I am in full, re-heat leftovers, cook a pizza, chug a glass of wine so I can get dinner on the table the minute they get home, mode. She bursts into tears, B comes up trying to explain how it just slipped out. Now this is the one thing that K can't handle. Her front teeth are protruding and she is getting braces tomorrow (oh, yeah, that will be a story and a 1/2). B knows I have no tolerance for teasing at this level (talk about going for the jugular). So B bursts into tears too and heads for her room and slams the door so hard, a picture falls off the wall. Since K has told me of her pain, she is automatically better.
B, after I get DH's and K's dinner on the table, tries to explain on how it is K's fault that her teeth are sticking out there and she just had to comment on it. I tried to say that this is K's main concern. I didn't want to come out and say if someone called B chubby she would have had the same reaction. She said that she wrote in her journal that K was "stupid". I had to explain to her that writing in her journal was actually a good way to release feelings and that I am sure I had written not so nice things about my sister when I was younger. (I take them all back now Karen, you are my best friend and I wouldn't trade you for a puppy anymore!) Anyway B was mad at K for telling me in the first place especially when it "just slipped out". I had to put it straight to B and tell her that she was actually in the wrong here.Trust me, she did not want to hear that!
So, now I am exhausted (even moreso now that I just typed this all out). Let me copy John Lennon and ask, "Can't we just all get along?" OY!