It's quitting time, and it's light out enough to see the horizon and the actual houses, instead of just the street lights. It's like--spring may actually come again.

That was pretty cryptic exclamation, Epic. In my head, of course, I had just been talking about a Form Clinic instead of not even mentioning it by name hours earlier. Jeesh, self. Tai Chi Form, to be slightly clearer.

Another illustration of how freaking scattered I am - my coworker gave me a check last August (yes, 6 moths ago) for an expense we split, and I kept forgetting to deposit it, and she asked me out it yesterday so I brought it in to work so she could make sure that the outstanding check from her reconciliations is indeed this one (it is) and I realized that I didn't have to get to my bank to deposit it (my bank is half an hour away and basically only open while I am at work), I could go to her bank and cash it. So I did that after work, where the teller and I discovered together that my Driver's license is expired.

Now, it beggars belief that I could have not renewed my driver's license for nearly a year without the DMV making very sure I knew about it and paid lots of late fees, etc., so I'm pretty sure I did renew. I even have what may very well be a real memory of getting my new driver's license and sticking the old one in my "running wallet" to serve as emergency ID . Which is the wallet that I brought the bank because I have NO IDEA where the renewed license might be. I must have put it in something I was going to carry somewhere where I wasn't taking a purse, but that doesn't narrow the options down much...

I'm am so discouraged with both my kids tonight. I am feeling like for Casper to succeed at this challenging and competitive high school I have to quit my job. She's just not capable of keeping up with it all without a LOT of parent help, and I simply do not have the energy to be checking every assignment every night. Dillo, for his part, is 9 years old and still has to be reminded to poop regularly. At least Casper is in charge of her own shitting?

Parenting is so hard.

I am feeling like for Casper to succeed at this challenging and competitive high school I have to quit my job.

Is it at all possible for her to go to a good but not crazy competitive school instead where she can be responsible for her own work?

Man, high school stuff is crazy hard these days, I can't even imagine needing my parents to help me at that level. They both worked and definitely weren't around to do that at all, ever.

Not unless we want to do private school, not really. Signed, hello high-poverty city school district with three good magnet high schools - our current one, a performing arts one that requires audition, and a Montessori one that requires Montessori history. Nothing else is actually college prep, though some say they are.

I should say, the school she's at s really good, and I think she'll get a good education, but the work load is really heavy for a 12 year old.

Wait, she's 12 and in high school?

there has to be a happy medium between what flea has and not ever seeing an assignment come home.

Yay -t, my tai chi sistah!

She's just not capable of keeping up with it all without a LOT of parent help, and I simply do not have the energy to be checking every assignment every night.

Ugh. Franny just brought home a math test that she failed so I had to sign it. And when I say she failed, man, it was an epic fail, a work of art, so incorrect were her answers. sigh. Arrgh!

Dillo, for his part, is 9 years old and still has to be reminded to poop regularly. At least Casper is in charge of her own shitting?

OMG, are we parenting twins in some sort of hellish set up or what? My boy still needs to be reminded that there's basic hygiene requirements he needs to attend to. Like flushing. And he still tries to lie to get out of brushing his teeth. WTH?

I started my taxes, aka I signed into turbo tax and verified profile info. I've got 2 w2s this year, received yesterday. Think I might still be missing a 1099 int. This weekend.