Tuba's, Senator's and Nun-chucks

This week has brought much fun and folly to the Sogn-Dewar household.  The kids are getting ready to go back to school and we are in the process of doing all of the fun…err pain in the ass…stuff that comes along with it.  Monday started with middle school registration for Paige.  Paige cannot wait to go back to school but has had much anxiety about entering a new middle school.  She is a perfectionist and is exceedingly organized because of it, and so it was no surprise that she had registration mapped out for us with no help from her parents. 

While we were wrapping up our day at registration, Paige and I stopped to talk to a friend of hers and their parents.  And then it happened…

Gavin comes running up to me…

Gavin:  “Mom!! MOM!!”  (tugging on my arm)
Me:  “What Gavin?!?”
Gavin:  “Come with me…”
Me:  “I’m talking.”

Gavin:  “I need to whisper something.”

I lean down and Gavin whispers: “Dad’s stuck.”
Me:  “Where?”
Gavin:  “Follow me.”

So I politely excuse myself, not letting Paige know that her father is stuck God knows where (hey…middle school is tough enough).  Gavin leads me down the hallway into the orchestra room and there is my ex-husband, STUCK IN THE TUBA LOCKER.         

Me:  “Are you kidding me?!?!?!?”

Ex:  “Can you let me out?”

Me:  “Seriously?”

Ex:  “You’re no fun and you still can’t take a joke.”

Me:  “You’re an idiot who’s stuck in a tuba locker…the jokes on you.”

After receiving a half-assed apology I let my ex out of the tuba cage.  I still have yet to tell Paige that he was stuck in there to begin with as I do not want her to be forever known as “tuba-girl.”

 

*SUPER DUPER FACEPALM*

The rest of the week the kids spent with their dad and I tried to get as much done as I possibly could so that I could enjoy taking advantage of being done at noon today.  When the kids came home yesterday I promised that we would resume school shopping as I had caught up enough to be done and have a free afternoon.  Unfortunately, I got an email last night from a Senator’s office asking me to be available for a call sometime before 5:00 pm today. 

By 1:00 this afternoon, I still had not received the call I was waiting for.  Paige was fine with this as she didn’t wake up until noon, however; Gavin’s attitude was a little different and he engaged me in the following conversation:

Gavin:  “Has he called yet?”
Me:  “Nope.”
Gavin:  “Ugh mooooooooom…does he realize that he is screwing up my mo and my jo?”
Me:  “He’s probably not too concerned with your mo or your jo.”
Gavin:  “Seriously mom?!?!?  It’s not like he’s the President!”

*FACEPALM*

After my phone call FINALLY came in we were ready to venture out for school supplies.  We took a trip to Target and meandered our way through the back to school aisles attempting to get everything on our list in an expedient manner.  All went well and I let the kids each pick something special out for being patient and understanding.  Paige picked out a pair of shorts that I never would have let her get had I not felt so guilty about changing our plans and Gavin got a pair of plastic nun-chucks because he picked up another alter-ego…a ninja.

I had sincere reservations about the nun-chucks but figured he couldn’t do much damage to himself with plastic.  Hmmmmmm…I guess I should have thought that one through.

Gavin twirls the nun-chucks around his head.
Me:  “Ummm…probably not a good idea.”
Gavin clocks himself in the head with the nun chucks.
Gavin:  “Mooooooom, you should have told me that these could hurt me.  They are plastic, but they still hurt.”

Annnnnnnd he proceeds to turn to my friend and say:
Gavin:  “I got a pair of nun chucks and I know how to use them.”
While giving him his best “naughty daddy look.”

*FACEPALM*  

And so there you have it folks: another week in our life.   We are laying low tonight and I am praying to the tuba gods that Paige never finds out about the her dad being locked in the tuba cage and to the ninja gods so that Gavin doesn’t clock himself in the head with his nun-chucks, again.  Happy Friday!!!