My Beloved Jerks

Good God I may not survive middle school. I'm trying to figure out the freaking Circle of Fourths so I can help Owen with it but I have no freaking idea. I don't know. I played flute...there were notes and I played them....that was that.

It also turns out that he has never turned in a reading log for English class despite the fact that the little beast reads every night. The teacher emailed a notice (to all the class) and there it was: a reading log...something that I have never seen despite it being NOVEMBER. Geesh. I won't even tell you what his grade is BECAUSE OF THAT.

Owen? Brilliant. But organized and focused? Ahhhhh.....let's just say Leo just didn't prepare me for him. Can I blame Leo?

And SPEAKING of Leo, he has decided he doesn't need to dress for P.E. When I point out that this affects his grade he tells me that he doesn't care about P.E. Well Good GOD I'm your mother, I don't care about P.E. either but you can't FLUNK it. He says he doesn't care about his grade in P.E. Well, I wouldn't EITHER except that it gets averaged together with all your OTHER GRADES! How are those A's gonna look then? HUH?

Jerks.

But of course they're MY jerks.

And I have to remember they are these guys:

My sweet peas.