A day in the life

Last night was the boys teacher conferences. Always a fun night. -that's called sarcasm-
Riley's teacher said the usual....he's on target level....maybe needs a little help w/ subtraction, but nothing to worry about..... He loves to draw....he's a bit of a class clown - no big suprise there!
It was a little funny to sit and listen to her describe him. It's always strange to hear how other people describe how your kids act when you're not around. Tanner's teacher said pretty much what I expected. He's still way below with his reading. I agree that he still needs lots of help. I disagree with their tests that say he's only at a kindergarden level. He's better than that. He just doesn't like school. Even they can see that. They said he loves to talk about music, and playing the guitar or working with his dad, but shuts down when they go back to school work. The teacher said she's seen alot of kids with that attitude of disinterest, but has met her match with Tanner. OF COURSE. He's soooo much like Scott it's ridiculous. She said it was like he's depressed at school.....I had to set her straight on the use of that word. 'Nuff said. :)
Scott and I have to get it through his head how important it is he does this. They were talking about retaining him, and that is the LAST thing I want for him. I think it would devistate him.
So I left with that wonderful feeling in the pit of my stomach like I'm somehow a failure as a mother because my kid's not the best one in his class. Not because I THINK THAT, but that's how these stupid conferences make you feel.
Anyway......
Riley wasn't feeling good when I put him to bed. Around 1:30- 2ish he came and got in my bed saying his belly was really hurting. Poor baby, it was just like when he was a baby. Crying, tossing and turning, grabbing his stomach, and jerking like he got punched in the stomach. I felt so completely helpless. I HATE THAT. It's been along time since this happened. I sat there in the dark trying to comfort him feeling horrible that he MUST have somehow ate something he shouldn't. I have no idea what. Mommys are supposed to keep this from happening. ugh! All I could do was try to rub his tummy. He didn't want me to do that so I started patting his leg....to which he said "mommy quit beating me". :)
Finally, around 4:00 he threw up. He felt better and was able to go to sleep. I went ahead and came in to work at 6:00 - nice dark circles under my eyes. - sigh- such is a mommy's life.

I would also like to say that this Ohio weather is driving me nuts! 2 days ago it was 50 degrees. Today it is 20. The weekend weather report is calling for 1-2" of snow. Are you kidding me?! It's almost the end of February, and I am sooooooo ready for spring. That stupid groundhog is dead to me!!!