You go Mr. Byrne

Kate was fully dressed with a bowl of half eaten cocoa puffs on her desk when I staggered into her room at 6:30 to say good morning and announce my departure on the Dog Walking Tour. She was also listening to music. Really loud and unrecognizable music. But that's because I am a parent. And
I wondered if my parents felt the same thing when I was a teenager constantly listening to Evis etc. But my thought is that we need a day of silence in our house when there is no television, computer, texting, blackberries. You name. It is banished. I'm working on it.

Last night Kate got slammed with homework but the majority of her evening's labors were a punishment assignment from her English teacher who noticed that Kate failed a vocab test and hadn't done the proper flash cards for it. You go Mr. Byrne because you certainly got Kate's attention and she will never do that again. Kate rated that experience a Grrr. If it were less tough she would have characterized it as Pitouwie. But the 4 page essay was Grr.

My day so far is approaching a Grr.