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You have ever wondered why other

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And you can't find a clean pair of

underwear.

 

 
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Your first child listened to classical music

You read to them for hours

You kept them sugar and chemical free

And you can't remember why.

 
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You have read the book! Twice!

And your child STILL doesn't do it.

 
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Laundry and Exorcism PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Monday, 25 February 2013 09:06

So it’s a beautiful Sunday.  And blue crayonSundays at our house turn into cleaning and organizing days if we didn’t get it to it during the week.  So almost always, we end up cleaning on Sundays.  I don’t shower, so I look like a homeless person working for a drink.  And the family all helps.  It’s kinda cute.  Of course, my husband would roll his eyes at that.  I find things like team cleaning very sweet.  I can even tear up sometimes because I feel like it’s something we do that would qualify as functional.  You gotta LOVE that shit!  Take it where you can!

 

And I decided to throw in the kids’ laundry for the week, all those boring-assed khakis and polo shirts that will one day make them think they are so boring and have no style.  But we’ll handle that later.  For now, it’s easy to make the uniforms work most days.  So in goes the whole load!  2 hours, and my kids will be set for a week!  And…

 

I hear the buzzer and head back from cleaning or piano lessons to fold the proud load of laundry.  Don’t laugh.  You know how satisfying it is when you think you’ve conquered something that will not be on your running list of chores.  (And by that I mean, the list of chores that you will be running around doing for the next ten years.) 

 
The Principal's Office PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Friday, 15 February 2013 09:07

I am one of those annoying people (keep reading, there’s more)…  I know, it could really be anything next.  But I am the “honesty” person.  You know, I am always wishing that people would just say what they think.  It comes from the philosopher in me.  I am always thinking, “Why doesn’t so and so just say she doesn’t like the fruit tart I fed her.  It’s truly awful.”  And I actually consider making her eat the whole tart for not being honest because…  can you really be friends with someone who is afraid of hurting your feelings so badly, they can’t tell you they don’t like a tart you bought??  It’s not like she’s assessing my hairstyle or nose size!

 

I wish people would say why they’re mad.  I wish people would tell you when they think you’re being irritating so you can just shut up for a minute and give them a chance to breathe.  I wish people would warn you that they are just freaking grumpy so anything they say that day will be mean-- cause they’re bitchy.  BUT to please forgive them and move on.  It’s truly just a personality flaw.  You know what I mean, right? 

 
Life Happens In Between PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Thursday, 07 February 2013 13:16

I was thinking the other day…  while I was doing something glamorous.  Maybe I was unpacking my silk handkerchiefs or fluffing my pillows…  or maybe not.  But I looked at my life unfolding before me, as I often do.  It began playing before me, the things I watch.  I watch my kids in the evening while they run about the house and listen to their comments, growing older every single day.  I watch my husband interact with them in a way that’s more meaningful than I’ve ever seen before.  It’s as if he’s realized he has two “dudes” to hang out with now.  I hear them talk about cute girls at school or who won the soccer game at recess.  I watch my oldest using speech in context that he’s heard from us, and I see him listen to himself to make sure he’s using it appropriately.  I see my youngest try to find something to do with all the energy he has in his body, as if it has to be used and emphatically, but he must find the right path and right now!  I look down to find I have changed from my slacks to my husband’s dark socks and my own sandals, with a fabulous pair of black workout pants.  I don’t remember choosing the outfit, but maybe that’s because 1 to 3 people were in the room with me, asking me what’s for dinner or why we need money or why their friends get something they don’t or whether I change my underwear every day.  And I defend my stance that I do. 

 

 
My Mom's Letter Is Better! PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Friday, 25 January 2013 07:52

 

Last night while I was better letteryelling at my kids to put their lunches and water bottles on the counter for the 15th time…  my 6 year old came up to me and said, “Mom, will you write me a note that says, ‘I love you’ and put it in my lunch for tomorrow?” 

 

Well, that’s pretty specific.

 

“Sure, Zoom, I’ll do that.”  But I’m wondering if this is like the time all the other kids got candy in their lunch and he didn’t?  Sadly, I knew he had seen this from another Kindergartener’s lunch.  My oldest son would NEVER have done this.  I was really going to have to keep up my “Great Mom” points with this one, but please tell me it doesn’t include writing love notes each day because I can barely get your lunch packed!!!  Isn’t there some other clever way I can be the best mom in your class?  Maybe I could sing and dance or something…  if I had any talent.  Alright, so it’s going to take some thought, but I’m sure I’m the best at SOMETHING!

 
Catty Wompus Book Review PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Wednesday, 23 January 2013 08:07

It’s a tale with an important theme…  well, one of the most important themes of our time.  With the message of anti-bullying so strong right now, we found Catty Wompus, A Tale of Friendship to be a fun, bright, happy approach to a sometimes difficult message.    

 

No matter how many times we tell our kids this and that lesson, “treat others with respect”, “never be unkind” or “tell someone if there is bullying”, there is no truly no better way to reach a child than a book written by… someone other than us, anyone other than us. 

 

 
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