More Nuts in the Shell That Was November

The entire world’s been kind of crazy and I’ve spent the last month or so waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or maybe it’s waiting for the axe to fall. Either way, things were kind of swirly for a month, just like the leaves that Mr. Demonic raked up (28 bags full and counting), but were replaced by more the next day. Funny thing about leaves, they never go where you want them to, and they never stay in one place for a long time.

Hmm… Much like children.

Ms. MiniD managed to flunk out of chemistry last month. I warned against taking a chem class that was scheduled at 8 a.m. on Fridays, but she wouldn’t listen to me, would she? I guess she thought that her roommates might wake her up in time. Or that maybe now that she is 18, she would magically wake up and be ready so early, instead of lying in bed until I threw something at her.

My daughter sleeps like the proverbial log, and she’s been a late sleeper since her early teens. It was murder getting her out of bed when she was in junior high. When her brother was still here and a senior in high school, he did the lobbing of hard objects at her. He was her ride. Of course, he had to go to California for college, thus leaving me with trying to waken her.

I thought things might improve when she got her driver’s license, but instead it got even worse. She was marked tardy so many times, she had detention on a regular basis. Her remedy was to sleep on the couch instead of in her bedroom. That way, she could hear us as we were getting coffee and struggle to wake up.

But I can tell you, it didn’t help much. She’s had so many conversations with me when she was sleeping (and I thought she was awake) that I can’t even count them all. As soon as I left, she would go right back to sleep. We had this same problem with her work schedule. There were a couple of times where I ran back home to shake her tired behind awake.

So after this long protracted period of playing alarm clock, I held out no hope for her. However, it was time for her to figure it out on her own. So I sat there and allowed the counselor to sign her up for an 8 am class. Oh, and I purchased a $30 alarm clock guaranteed to shake the deepest of sleepers. But she still managed to sleep right through, even with all of the aids. She missed so much class, she was falling behind, and thus came the withdrawal.

Let’s just call this a $5,000 F, that’s what Mr. Demonic calls it.

(On the positive side, she re-enrolled into another English class, so she will still get one credit. So let’s just say the F was approximately $3,000.)

Some might remember the brief story about our manager. That, my friends, needs an entire post or two to describe what was going on. However, I will say one thing. Since he’s been gone, the rest of the staff has been far happier. He wants to come back to work, but Mr. D is praying he will get a disability. Although they had been good friends in the past, Mr. D can’t stand the sight of him now. Plus, we pay him too much. We can’t afford it anymore. This may be the year where he actually makes more money than does the Demonic family, and friends, when your husband works 12 hours a day five days a week, and six hours a day the other two, the rewards had better be the hell worth it. At this point, we’re coming dangerously close to it NOT being worth it.

Well, back to work. Tomorrow I think I will discuss this year’s Thanksgiving dinner. Here’s a preview: It wasn’t good.


9 Responses

  1. I forget what age it was when I finally started listening to my Mom’s advice. I know for a fact it wasn’t 18. You should have used reverse psychology. You should have told her that taking an 8am Chem class was the best idea you’d ever heard of. The end result might have been a passing grade in some other class.

    28 bags of leaves?? That’s either a big tree or a big lawn.

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  3. I think they ought to divide the planet, and let the people who don’t mind being awake in the day be on one side and the people who only come alive after dark on the other. If you had a baby that wasn’t compatible, someone on the other side could adopt it. You could stay in touch by e-mail, just like you do now.

  4. HI. I guess this is comment day. As you know, I’m not even reading things ’till after Friday.

  5. I cured my son of getting up too late when he was in 8th grade. For two weeks in a row, he got up late and I took him to school and got him there just as the late bell rang. He was lucky that he was the first period teacher’s favorite. But then there were three days where he was really late. The first two days I called the office and told them I was bringing him at second period because he had not been feeling well. On the third day, I dropped him off 45 minutes late for first period and when he asked for a note I refused. He asked if I would call the office and I said no. I told him he had to pay the consequences which was a week of lunch time detention. He was angry at me but he did it. He never overslept for school again. He actually told me it was the best thing I could have done. Of course that was about a month later when he wasn’t mad at me any more.

  6. I was that child – the one who could never wake up and could sleep 12 hours straight. I still am to a certain extent. I can sleep anywhere, anytime, for as long as I’m left alone but at least now I can get up early, as long as I go to bed early the night before.

    In fact, I want my bed now. I had to get up and to the office for an 8am conference call – admittedly, its only a 20 minute walk to work, but still, I had to wake up at 7am which means I should have gone to bed at 10pm last night to prepare, but didn’t.


  7. I still get offended if I have to get up before 8am. 😛

  8. The day is almost over at 8 a.m.!

  9. Your poor daughter — clearly her Circadian rhythms aren’t aligned with a diurnal world. I imagine how physically brutal it would be for me to change from a morning person to a night owl, and it’s incomprehensible. Poor girl. I hope she figures out a reliable way to wake herself up.

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