Have you ever been so frustrated with a kid and a particular school subject that you want to just scream?
That would be me tonight with my son and his music test tomorrow. He has to play the trombone.
I don't play trombone. After trying to help my son tonight I can honestly tell you that my son doesn't play the trombone either.
The test tomorrow? That's not going to go well and I have to tell you that most of my frustration is coming from the fact that I can't help him.
He's trying. Okay, he's sort of trying. He's not going to do well and he and I both know it and now he's frustrated and angry.
Okay, I've vented.
I still want to scream though.
But if you'll excuse me, I now have to go upstairs and find my son and figure out how I can make us both laugh about this, cause really?
It's the TROMBONE and you know what? I don't think I know ANYONE who plays the trombone as an adult.
And my kid? He volunteered to make dinner for his family tonight and that's a skill he'll use in life. I'm not sure I praised him enough for the great job he did cooking either, so I'm gonna go up to his room and do that now.
And we're going to laugh about his music test tomorrow. Yes my son, we are – because in the big picture? Pwwwwwt.
Anyone know any good trombone jokes?