Head Bangin'

Today was one of those bang your head on the wall type days.

First Princess Girly Girl decided to see how much her momma would fall for during home school lessons.

Here was her math problem:

0 + 9 = ?

There's little blocks for her to color and count since she's just now learning addition. It's pretty easy, right?

So first I say, "what's 0 + 9"? She colored all her little squares, nine of them, counts them and then says, "four?".  Really? Really? She just counted all the blocks to nine and she guesses four?  Then she just started guessing random numbers, "um...5, 10, 12, 2?". 

She had just counted to nine! So finally I help her out with the answer since she really knows it and I'm tired of that game. So then she starts a new game called, "I don't know how to write a 9".   OK.. so just look at the problem and figure it out. Once again I ask her what the problem is and she says, "0 + 9 = ?". So now that you've been reminded what a nine looks like, write the nine. And she wrote 12.

*Bangs head on wall*

Repeat above discussion with reading lessons and the word "mat".  She told me she can't read "mat" because she doesn't know how to read yet, right after she had read it for me.

*developing concussion*

Then I had to call our old insurance company which has an computer answering system. A really sweet womanly voice answers and starts asking questions. It never fails that I forget it's a computer until I give too much detail to the question and then it says, " I'm sorry.. did you say that the date of your birth is August 4th, 1902?".  Yes. yes. I am older than dirt, thanks for reminding me.

It's around this time that I always start screaming into the phone, "I WANT TO TALK TO A HUMAN!!".

To which the lovely computer generated voice replies, "I'm sorry, did you say that you are moving to Madrid?" um no. try this again.

*about to pass out from banging head on the ground*

"I want to talk to someone with skin and hair".  "I'm sorry, did you say.. I like to flip and stare?"

OK. that's not what she really said but it is much more annoying than that.

Finally after about five requests to talk to a human, I finally get connected to a living breathing human being. The good news is that there are actually warm blooded individuals working for insurance companies, in case you didn't know. (sorry if you work for one, I'm just frustrated).

Goodness Gracious! it's days like these that I want to move to Alaska alone, living naked in a tee pee, free of all tables and walls.

And this picture? ahh.. just because it's fun and because I love this boy. If we ever had a boy, this is what he would probably look like. Better get a good look though because it's not likely to happen. (No, I'm not pregnant... don't have my sister slyly ask so you can get the inside scoop on it)

Sorry sweetie, I had to do it. Remember the smiley face boxer photo you sent out to all our friends in family? That was much worse.