Today was beautiful. I just couldn’t sit here. So I left to do some mostly needed errands. While out I thought, movie… Pirate Radio released today. I’ve got to go. Glanced at my watch, just barely enough time to get Zach from school and make it.
I know I always go to the dollar theater. However there are moments when I go to the “regular theater”. You know, where there’s the newest released movies that charges nine times more? When I go here I typically just take Zach–whose free due to his wheel 
chair-thank you Carmike!– or Sarah–she pays for her own ticket. I have a logic behind choosing full priced movies over waiting till their release at the dollar theater: when I take four children to the dollar movie, that’s $4, Zach is free here too. BUT. WAIT. I’m not the type of mom who takes her kids to a movie and shakes her head no to popcorn and soda. Come on this is the m..o..v..i..e..s. This costs roughly $11. Ending total $15. Pretty good for taking out four of my kids.
Okay. Now. When I go to the “regular theater” I have ah la, popcorn bucket. A one time purchase that is fillable for, drum roll- $1. That’s right. Totally huge bucket of warm, delicious popcorn for a buck. K. Add to that soda. $4ish. Then the ticket. $9ish. Total-$14. Dollar cheaper than the dollar theater. Soooo, I actually save money going to the full priced, recently released, don’t have to wait, and wait, and wait for said movie to go to el’cheapo theater. 
Perfect.
But guess what? We got there too late. They wouldn’t sell me a ticket. I attempted to point out that the previews would have ended about 5 min. ago, I wouldn’t have missed much but, no go. I guess we’re now required to watch previews! Well were there. And after what I went through to get us there… Picture me zooming to get Zach. Picture wheel chair. No wheelchair accessible vehicle. No Dan who always handles this for me. So just me to get that thing, which I’m thankful for, lifted in the back of my truck. Picture zooming up the highway to get there on time. Now picture us leaving. Right. Wasn’t about to do that. We chose 2012.
When we left. I innocently took note of the times for Pirate Radio. Only 15 minutes till the next show. We got into my truck. Put key in ignition. I reasoned… we’re here, this is the cheap time to go to a movie, $6, soda refill FREE, popcorn leftover… I said to Zach, “If we go to this movie you have to be willing to go to Saturday school tomorrow.” For some bizarre reason the school gives kids the choice?! And he was refusing to go. Doesn’t care that he’s behind. Doesn’t like school during the week, why would he go on the weekend. Hard to argue really. Well he agreed!!! So there. Taking Zach to another movie actually created a solution for me, his parent, who needed to get him to go, to go, without a war! The angels in the heavens were singing.
So, out came the wheel chair and in we went to watch another terrific movie. Except this one required my fast acting hand to zip in front of Zach’s eyes. Goodness didn’t expect some of the scenes that came up. Should have reviewed the movie more I guess.
One day, two fabulous theater movies. Unusual. But worth it.
Wish I could say that getting Dan, Cal, and Grace was as pleasant. They were Friday grouchy for an hour plus: “Stop it Cal! Knock it off Dan! What’s your problem Grace…” Rubbing my temples. Trying to be cheery. Heard myself harshly snap, “Okay, Dan that’s enough!” Reel in my snappiness. Turn their attention to a movie. The drug of choice 
Peace settled in, sleepiness took over. They were alseep by 11.
Night, Love Ya,
Theresa Jane
-who wants you to know this post started out at like 1125 words and I kept at it forever till what it is now: 652 w/o the closing
Well, good question. Glad you asked.
Well, Sarah is my ballerina/dancer. (Picture taken Halloween night, need to get a better one) She has loved to dance since she was teeny tiny. She had books, and a video and she “practiced” all the time. We moved so much, lived in the country a lot, and had so many other ones to handle that I wasn’t able to get her into dance till she was… How old was she? Have to think… 8, maybe 9. When I put her in her first class the teacher was blown away at her skill and leaped her up several levels. All that “practice” really paid off. And in a real way. What we want and strive for as people/humans we can create. She was on point in no time and totally excited. When she hit seventh grade she was excepted into the The Alabama School of Fine Arts after auditioning with 150 other girls from around the state. Now dance is a part of her daily curriculum. School for her starts at 8:00 ends at 4:30. The days there are longer because the kids do their academics and their… their… oh nuts there’s a word for this annnddd it’s gone. It’s used to represent what they’re there for: dance, art, math, science, drama, music. The 4:30 time slot is for everyone but the dance department, is always there till 6:30-7:30-8 depending on upcoming performances. Then the half hour drive home, homework, and a busy social life. So I don’t see much of her.
Had a real test to my mother’s patience today. I let my kids use my laptop when they’re here. Typically they have it on this: picture to left. Well today Dan had it on his lap. Then it switched to Caleb’s. Well, twice, not once, twice it hit the floor. Grrrrrrrr. I started to get upset. Just started. And stopped, spoke as nicely as I could muster and on the second, took some deep breaths and made a new rule, “The laptop is to be on the “desk” at all times. Not excuses. No exceptions.” I’ve really been working on not flipping out or getting angry and I’m finally getting there in major ways. I amazed myself. I mean, that was my lap top. And I have to say I feel good about it. I have nothing to regret and my son didn’t experience me slicing him into pieces and making him feel small over something that I myself could have done.
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