(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 28 and part of the Ebola Mom series)
Oh! So…I don’t care.
At all.
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Ebola Mom, Part 28
Ebola Mom, Part 27
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)
Oh. Ok.
Ebola Mom, Part 25
(part of the Ebola Mom series)
Tutoring Ebola Mom’s kid…
Kid: “My mom tried to find you on Facebook but couldn’t.”
Me: “Oh. I don’t use Facebook.”
Kid: “You don’t?”
Me: “Nope. No Facebook. No Instagram. No Internet, really. At all. Ever.”
Ebola Mom, Part 24
Seriously
Sitting down to tutor…
Me: “Sorry we have to do this on such a nice weekend day!”
Kid: “Oh, I don’t mind! I like when you come to tutor me on weekends.”
Me: “Really?”
Kid: “Yeah! I love getting the extra practice! I’m actually kind of sad the test will be over soon.”
Me: “Aww, well that’s a fabulous attitude to have!”
There’s something very wrong with you.
When Clients Overshare
A simple “she’s sick” would have sufficed.
Sadness? Yeah I Think I’ve Heard of It.
Tutoring a 5th grader…
Kid: “Do you ever feel sadness?”
Me: “Sure.”
I call it “Winter.”
When it happens in the fall, I call it “Mental Health Disorder.”
When it happens in the summer, I call it “Hangover.”
When it happens in the spring, I call it “For The Love of God, WTF Is Wrong With You?! It’s SPRING– WHY AREN’T YOU HAPPY?! You Are The WORST. And Stop Resenting Those Happy People Over There. It’s Not Their Fault They Know How To Enjoy Things While You Feel Dead Inside. For Christ’s Sake, Come On, The Sun Is Out!” (I’ll admit this one could use a nickname).
We’ll call yours “Puberty.”
Regardless, grab a hat, some chocolate (or, ideally– a chocolate hat) and hold the fuck on.
Ebola Mom, Part 21
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)
Oh, Nanc. How I admire your unique ability to not be nice while doing something nice.
For so many reasons….No.
Ebola Mom, Part 20
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)
Only Ebola Mom could manage to turn birthday sentiments into an accusation.
Umm…I’m sorry?
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