We’re now pressing full steam ahead into birthday and holiday month, otherwise known as the month DG usually totally loses her sh*t. Not only do both boys have December birthdays but several relatives do as well. And on top of it all, Christmas. Not busy enough yet?? There’s the little matter of the anniversary of my Dad’s passing last year. I still don’t feel I’ve mourned properly. But I’m ready to move on and stop reliving the moment of his death over And over and over in my head. Because that kinda sucks, you know?
First up? Planning Bug Boy’s birthday. As luck would have it, this year was the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. Now, all three of you readers out there might remember that one of Bug Boy’s “Things” (sounds nicer than “OBSESSION”) is the Titanic. He is all about disasters, man-made and natural. Hurricanes? You have no idea how excited this kid was to be studying hurricanes in science class when Hurricane Sandy rolled through and destroyed the Mid-Atlantic seaboard. Not excited about the destruction, mind you. But the actual ONCE IN A LIFE TIME STORM.
Anywho, Titanic. 100th anniversary this year. And guess what? There’s a travelling exhibit going around the country. Guess which city just happens to be hosting it right around Bug Boy’s birthday? And guess who has a membership to the museum where the exhibit is taking place? And guess who is taking 10 boys to the exhibit for Bug Boy’s birthday, followed by pizza and cake?
No, not her. ME. Here in Philly! Sheesh. I thought it was obvious.
Where was I? Right. Titanic, I made these kick-ass invites and we’ve got a group of nerdy science and math kids going. Can’t WAIT to hear them rip the exhibit to shreds, telling me which facts they’ve erred on and which parts were totally unrealistic. I’ll also get schooled on which theories were not factual enough to have occurred, for this I am certain. One year for his birthday the same kids watched a movie and proceeded to tell me EVERY SINGLE INSTANCE that was different from the book and how terrible it is. ASPERGER’S FOR THE WIN!
Last week we had Bug Boy’s conference. We chatted about his previous difficulty making friends, talked to the team about his increased socialization, his smoother transition into middle school, his difficulty in the beginning of the year that has now subsided. His grades were stellar and he made honor roll for the first quarter. A lofty goal, to be sure, but he INSISTED. And since he’s a perfectionist like his Momma and NEEDS to be competitive and NEEDS to be right about EVERYTHING (ahem) he also NEEDED to be on the honor roll. During his conference we told them about his goal to be on honor roll and how he thought he was getting canned from honors math because his grade was (WAIT FOR IT) 85%. Yes, that’s a B. When he brings home a 93 you’d think the world was ending. In fact, the math teacher (keep in mind, 6th grade, honors math) snickered and told us that the whole class is AGHAST if anything comes back lower than, say, a 95? Which is an A. if they get an A-? Might as well take away their favorite toys. That would be preferable to an A-. Needless to say, she has a WHOLE CLASS full of Bug Boys. FSM bless her, she’s gonna need it.
On top of all that stuff? I’m trying to figure out how to make a TITANIC cake. Why yes, I am insane! I’m also a perfectionist (see above) so it WILL happen. Mark my words. I’m sure in a few weeks I’ll tell you about what an absosmurfly utter failure it was! And I know y’all will be waiting to hear all about it!