A glimpse into my personal insanity

My eldest is Xavier. Most of you know this. He attends school at Notre Dame-de-la-Paix . French catholic school. It was the best choice at the time. Small classes, french education, CATHOLIC education... both of which I cannot teach him. I'm not religious, I know the basics, but it's not enough to instill faith. But ... there's always a but... this year it has been a struggle . Not really for his part. For the part of his teacher and us, it has been a struggle . They use a system called " moodle " it's supposed to be a messaging system, homework system, etc all in one. It sucks. Like it really REALLY sucks. If you don't go on there CONSTANTLY you'll miss things they're supposed to do. The teacher doesn't always update it when they're supposed to, and you can't really ask questions about anything unless you call/email her directly and then wait for a response... which rarely happen within a week. Classes have gotten bigger even though ...

That's right, an old Britney Spears song comes to mind... no... not Toxic... the Ooops I did it again... Nope, not because I've been luring men with my sexy dance in school girl's clothing... Sylvain is gone this week to Las Vegas, convention and Boot Camp for work. Yes, it actually is. He said that these boot camps happen in one of two places, Las Vegas or Europe. Ok, I'll miss out on Vegas, that's fine. So I'm doing the mom&dad thing while he's gone. I've got to run the dayhome, run the house, run the kids, etc etc... so I decided HEY! Why not do fix something that's been bothering me for a while? I can do it. Our shower floor is tile. Itty bitty tile. Which means itty bitty lines of grout. Grout that is cracking, molding and all around disgusting. I'm tired of trying to scrub it with bleach and all sorts of other cleaners that just plain don't work. So I googled "How to re-grout my shower floor". Oh yes... you see...

Have you ever been envious of someone? Coveted what they have? Wish you could be them (or part of them)? I have to admit. I'm guilty of this. There's nothing I want more than my life. I love my kids, my husband, heck... I even love my dayhome - well - most of the time. ;) However - sounds better than ' but ', right? - if I could have my life and just change my profession? I'd love that. It's easy. Just do it. RIGHT? Not so easy. Mortgage, kids, bills, etc... sometimes you can't do what you want and you have to settle for something that doesn't depress the hell out of you when you think about it. This profession? Not glamorous, no. Doesn't pay exceptionally well, no. Hell, it's very specified and not widely needed or known, and I can't really do it where I live. But I'd do it in a heartbeat if I could. I would love to have my sister's job. Yes. I'm envious of my sister and what she does. Ever since I was littl...