Back to Crazy

School has officially gone back to being totally crazy. 

It makes me realize how much I truly appreciate weekends and breaks. *tear*

Yesterday was the day every child in the world wanted to argue with me.

Me: You can't drive your scooter down the hallway.
Kid:  But I can't fold it up.
Me: Then you should have left it outside.
Kid: But I don't have a lock for it.
Me: Tough cookies.  You can't drive your scooter down the hallway.  You need to fold it up.
Kid: But I can't fold it up.
Me: Then you need to carry it or not bring it at all.
Kid: But my bike has a flat tire.
Me: Then I guess you'll have to walk or get a ride with your parents.
Kid: *Pouts and gives me the stink eye*
Me:  Hey, I'm willing to compromise.  School policy says scooters don't come in at all.  I'm trying to be nice by letting you keep it in your locker as long as it's folded up.  But if you're going to have that kind of an attitude about it, maybe it should stay at home.
Kid: *Pouts then fiddles with the scooter and gets it to fold up*

Kid: I don't know what it means by what is the sample size.
Me:  Let's read it.  It says that a sample is a group. So...
Kid: I don't know.
Me:  So if a sample is a group then what do you think a sample size is?
Kid: I don't know.
Me:  Well think about the two words: sample and size.
Kid: I don't know.
Me: *Sigh* If a sample is a group, and it wants to know the sample size then what do you think that is?
Kid: *Blank Stare*
Me: THE SIZE OF THE GROUP!
Kid:  Well, it says here on the paper the sample size is 100.
Me:  Then you've got the right answer.
Kid:  But what is the sample size.
Me:  You need to sit and simmer on that question for a while.

And that's not the half of it!

Today, as I'm getting ready to get my kiddos in the morning I hear a sound that is way to similar to someone taking a pee.  I look up and my ceiling is leaking.  A LOT!  I run to the janitor and tell him.  He spends a while cleaning it up while we are trying to work (he rocks by the way!).  Then we have to wait for the ceiling guy to come fix it.  And while we wait, all we hear is drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Then my kids figure out it sounds like someone peeing so now it's drip.
Giggle.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Giggle.
Drip.
Drip.
Giggle.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Giggle.

And it's only January 10th!