nice stuff mixed with a little drama

Today I went to the condo to pick out my flooring and carpeting.
I can't remember what any of it looks like except the bathroom floors.
Daughter picked out the floor for one of the bathrooms, and I picked out my bathroom floor.
It's really dark but I love it. She picked a prettier, brighter color. I love it too.
Daughter hated the carpeting I picked. She wanted something different. I had the final say though and went with my choice.
My house still isn't listed and the clock is ticking.
My goal is to have it listed by Wednesday.

Daughter is staying the night with a girlfriend so boyfriend and I went out to dinner and then shopping. We needed some crap for work we still need to do around the house.
We ended up in Walmart trying on Halloween masks. He had me cracking up laughing at some of the stuff he was putting on........he's silly.

Son put in a bid on a place and held firm. He refused to budge. The place is a foreclosure............over a 3 week period the bank finally came down to his offer....I think he got a really good deal......I'm happy for him. He's picked out the colors he's going to paint the place & has picked out his new wood floors. We're all going to spend a weekend painting his place and putting in the floors. It'll be fun.

I called the teacher who refuses to give daughter the "B" she got on an assignment. He says her absence was unexcused and gave her an F. She was at an ortho appointment and had a doctors excuse. I have a copy of the note in my purse. The school was also given a copy.
I questioned him about his refusal to give her the grade she earned. He talked in circles the way a liar does.
He brought up the fact that he knows daughter is having problems because he says the school counselor told him she is.....and the counselor also told him about her anxiety concerning college.
I think he was implying that because she has seen the counselor, her credibility is in question.
I was furious.
I told him to forget it. It was a waste of my time talking to him. I also told him none of the students like him, except for my daughter. Because it's the truth......and if a liar can't tell the truth then by God they can hear the truth. I wanted to tell him to get fucked. But I bit my tongue on that one.
I called the school and whoever answered the phone got a ear full of my crying. (I  cry anymore when I'm frustrated, angry, or sad. Can't help it......like projectile vomit it just comes out.........though I try to hold it back.) I explained to nameless nice lady that all I wanted was for daughter to have a good, fun, drama-less last year of high school.........and I explained to her the thing about daughter not getting the grade she earned because of an "unexcused" absence.
And then I called the counselor and left a message asking for reassurance that my daughters conversations with him were being kept private.
Daughter called me from school later in the day to tell me things were being corrected by the office in terms of her unexcused absence and correcting her grade.
So we'll see.
The rest of the shit I'm just going to let go.....I think.

I bought a book while shopping.
I haven't really been able to read and enjoy it like I used to before my therapeutic leave of absence from work.
It's a thriller........one of my favorite writers........I'm hoping that after I have everything finished around the house tomorrow I'll have a couple hours to read.