It has occurred to me that what I say and what kids hear is not the same.
Surprise! I bet you didn’t know that… 😉
It appears to me that they have different interpretations of my spoken word. A brief conversation with a grade 8 teacher on a non-related matter, over email, tells me I am not alone. Ha.
I don’t get it though. I think I’m very clear when I speak… 🙃
This morning I woke with a wet dog nose in my face.
I look at the clock. Almost 6 am.
I’m on the fence about going camping in August.
Part of me really wants to go in order to be a part of the childhood experiences that are rapidly dwindling these days. I mean, not really, they’re 13 and 10 which really is still childhood, but in some ways I do see a gap forming between them and me. Especially with the older one. He’s expecting more freedom and independence, yet still lives like a child (meals are made, clean bed to sleep in, someone to buy him new shoes when he needs them). But he tends to want to do things with dad more which is completely normal and natural for an adolescent boy.
Dad likes camping. And fishing. And sleeping with bugs. In tents. During humidity heat waves. Without access to showers. And the kids don’t seem to mind either…
I’m getting more wimpy in my old age… 😉 Continue reading
Today, I’m annoyed.
This didn’t happen immediately upon waking up, nor did I expect to feel annoyed later. We actually had a fantastic weekend, and I had a good sleep, woke up in a pleasant mood, had coffee while everyone else slept in, and bonus: the outdoor public pool was open and lessons a go. It had maintenance issues most of last week, cancelling lessons and swim club twice, which annoyed me then.
But not this morning. This morning I was in a happy mood.
I feel like an apocalyptic survivor.
There is a non-working fridge in my kitchen, kids’ activity schedules are ridiculously busy, the cars are on the verge of needing minor or major repairs, and all my food is in coolers on the back porch.
Of course it’s raining cats and dogs. Continue reading
Well, here’s one example…
This is one of four full bins which resided on my very long driveway along the northern house wall for several months. But before you think we’re a bunch of hopeless boozers, let it be know that these bins date back to before Christmas. I was simply too lazy to drag the empties to the Beer store where returns for funds can be made, and so the bins accumulated.
Back in January during the polar vortex, our fridge in the garage exploded. Continue reading
A couple of years ago we visited a long time friend of my husband and stayed for dinner.
The friend is married with five children. The oldest two were in high school, the younger three similar aged as mine, early tween.
My husband’s friend works full time in finance. The mom is an elementary school teacher but was supplying on and off while a SAHM when the kids were young.
They have a very active life through their church, volunteering, and with extended family. She also volunteers at a variety of different organizations. They sing in choirs, act on movie sets and in theatres, play sports and travel.
They have a very exciting, busy life.
While sitting together after dinner, the kids off playing downstairs, we touched on a lot of different topics.
The conversations started out about work first as is often typical at these types of gatherings, then merged into parenting and kids activities. Soon the mom was telling us about all the things she was spearheading, and then, suddenly, they all looked at me.
“What do you do with your time?” they asked politely. Continue reading
Last night a hockey mom told me she makes two dinners every night.
No one needs a reminder that life is not fair. I know this, you know this, even the kids know this, at least on some level.
But my kids seem to be under the impression that unfairness happens to them more than others. And, as these things go, it often starts at home with the household chores. Continue reading