And, after the LAST time I took all of the boys to the movies, I spent a great deal of time chasing #3 son up and down the aisles. Yesterday, he tried to convince me that his aisle-running days are over.

"Mama, I dew dood at da movies... I be real dood."

I'm SURE he will be... because I plan on ONLY taking him and his one older brother. If I bring them all, it turns into PURE unadulterated chaos.

Wait a second...HOLD ON... I'm only taking 2 of them?!? How callous, how mean, how... unmommyish.

#1 son is in SCHOOL. Apparently his district deems it necessary to not allow their kids to run the streets for the entire week of spring break... so, instead, they get Thursday, Friday, and Monday off. #2 son, on the other hand, has all of this week and Monday off. I told him to enjoy it, because NEXT YEAR he will be joining the ranks of Middle School (and will be in #1 son's district).

Enjoy, grasshopper, for next year you suffa!

Apparently, I was informed last night by BOTH J-boy and M-girl that I'm a) too uptight b) am in need of a serious drink, and c) need to chill.

Hmmm... interesting insight from two people who know absolutely nothing about what I'm going through, doing, or having to do... and, just as interesting, MY advisor (Prof. Hot) transfers messages THROUGH them to me... instead of, say, calling me or emailing me back.

I have a NEW hobby, people... and that hobby entails EMAILING my advisor fifty times a day until he grows some manners and responds.

So far, I'm winning...

And, thus far, I've lost just about ALL respect for him.

Hello, grown man and full-time professor? How about CALLING back the student who is PAYING you (for 2 semesters) to work with her on her thesis... ONLY to have you IGNORE her... and spend exactly 2 of the hundreds of hours you are supposed to spend, actually looking at her thesis.

It's 35 pages people... that's all I have... and he's had it since December... and STILL hasn't read it.

Asshole.

And, J-boy, who's timing is always impeccable, announces TO me, "Prof. Hot said he can't meet with you tonight."

Uh?

And, it just so happens that I'm sitting next to Weasel, talking to him about whether or not the two "grammar books" I found hiding in my house are usable.

Upon hearing that my advisor was blowing me off ONE MORE TIME, Weasel, in his most human-defining moment, says, "Is Prof. Hot ignoring you? Is he refusing to talk to you about your comprehensive exams??"

Right there... I could've upset the whole political movement in the department with one "Yes," but, instead I decided to stay OUT of whatever turf war was going on by saying, "It's not about my comps, its my thesis."

OH
MY
GAWD...
I think I just gave him fodder for the fire...

"Prof. Hot is refusing to meet you about your thesis?" (He IS the head of the graduate department, Prof. Weasel, and if I so choose, I could fuck over Prof. Hot in a heartbeat... because of this GIGANTIC battle between young professors vs. old professors. But, I stay out of it again.)

"Technical glitches. Maybe by June he'll have time to meet with me."

And, with that said, I took my grammar books and moved back to my seat. Pissed and seething with pissedness that my goddamn advisor had the time to READ my email but not respond, and instead, tell not only J-boy but M-girl that he couldn't come.

Lazy fucking ass.

Don't think I won't email him about being lazy... and perhaps even call his HOUSE a few times today. That'll learn him fer sure.

If all else fails, and he continues to blow me off, I think I may ask Prof. Weasel for a new advisor.

6 credits I've paid for and my advisor is supposed to give me 2 hours a week, at most, to help me with my shit. In 6 credits, I have received 2 hours of assistance.