Encourage her artistic creativity, they say.
Let her bake and cook if she wants to, they say.
What they don’t say is how to get her to clean up. What they don’t offer is to come over and clean up for, or even with her. Oh no, they just want to see a child in her peak creativity mode. Admire her crafts and eat her baked products.
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… 🙃
I am trying to teach people in my household about the courtesy flush.
It’s not working.
This is a small house.
Seriously considering getting an outhouse put in the backyard. Then I can send them to the loo with a roll of TP and that’s that.
Does Amazon sell that?
I think I’m ready.
Ready for them all to go back to their regular routine, out of the house, so I can get back to mine.
(Sorry, I just don’t have anything else on my brain at the moment…regular writing will resume next week.)
Face it: minimalism in a family with kids is about as far away from possible as Fiji is from Canada.
Which doesn’t mean you shouldn’t attempt it.
I amuse myself.
Ha ha ha.
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.
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.
About a week ago I started seeing a physio-therapist to help me deal with some muscle tension in my neck, right arm and upper back.