I am turning the keys over to my youngest daughter, Liv, who is eleven. She had a day she thought was blog-worthy and I offered up my forum for her. Give her some love!
Okay, it started off as a normal day. I got up, ate breakfast,and went to the bus stop. When I got there I start ice skating on the ice, next thing I know, I am lying flat on my back with my butt hurting really badly. So I get up, and realize that I have a social studies test that I forgot to study for. I also realize that I have a spelling bee. Skipping to the bee. I go to the microphone, a smile on my face, my heart pounding like an elephant running. The teacher says,"Your word is erroneous." I try to spell the word. "Ere...on...i...ous." The teacher says,"That is incorrect." Skipping to art class. Mrs.BO Says, "Time to clean up!" So I stand up, and I realize that it feels uncomfortable. So I look down, and I find out that I'm on my period. The odd thing is, we were painting and on the board a sign said,"Avoid bleeding" so I laughed. Then I thought, oh crap, I'm on my period in the middle of class and my pants are soaked through! I try not to cry when telling this to the substitute, but don't succeed. Mom came and picked me up and we went to Don Patron. I felt bad and wanted to show off, so I said, "Obsequious, O-B-S-E-Q-U-I-O-U-S." Then I felt a little better.
Me again. Pretty crappy day for my baby girl, eh? Here are some parts of the story that she left out: While her first round word was 'erroneous', and one equally unlucky gals first round word was 'haughtiness', most of the kids were getting words like 'sausage' and 'murmur'. She totally got a raw deal. Luck of the draw. I know that. She knows that. But it doesn't make it suck any less... As for the 'avoid bleeding' sign in the art room - really - would a day like this be complete without a little irony? How awesome is it that - in the midst of being embarrassed to the point of mortification - my baby girl saw that and laughed? She rocks so hard, I swear. When the nurse called and told me what happened, I knew what needed to be done. Home for a quick change of clothes then off to Don Patron. Liv loves the spinach quesadilla. And of course we finished it off by splitting an order of flan. Because Liv is too young for a margarita, silly. Food is love? Nah. But some alone time with Mom didn't hurt a darn thing. When she spelled 'obsequious' I laughed and asked her what that meant. She informed me, with a huge smile, that it wasn't a definition bee...
4 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear about your bad day, Liv. You'll always be a "Queen Bee" to me!
It is no surprise that anyone who grew up with Tom and Tammy would recognize the irony and humor of that sign in the art room. Being able to laugh about it in the middle of an embarrassing moment like that, however, speaks to an amazing sense of humor, and some serous strength of character.
If I may use it in a sentence, "To say that Liv is one top-notch gal with a brilliant mind would not be erroneous in the least!"
Oh, Shan, how hard you rock - you just made me tear up a little. Liv read over my shoulder and said, "Oh I LIKE that!"
DUDE. I can empathize. At least you got "The Worst Day Ever" out of your system early in the year :) A true testamemnt to your humor and strength of character, dear. I would have stayed on the ground and scooted backward all the way back home after the ice slip. Or just rolled into a ditch and waited for the end of the day. Hope you have a fantastic week!
I once started my period on a fellow classmate's WHITE couch, in my WHITE pants. It was a boy I liked, by the way. I forget sometimes how bad a bad day can be at age eleven. At least you didn't start your period during the spelling bee. I've never met your mom, but I love to read how she writes about a day. You have a talent for it, too. I have a five-year-old daughter; I can only hope she grows up to have the ability to shake off a bad day with the grace and humor you appear to have!
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