Once upon a time many moons ago I remember asking someone why they carry the dog poop all the way home when they could just throw it in the receptacle at the park.
“This way no one can accuse me of not picking up the dog poop,” was the answer. Continue reading
The house league baseball boys were in dead last place most of the season.
Somehow, they turned it around, and on Friday night they went to finals.
They will either win the championship, or come in second place.
Before my teen had to leave for the diamond that day, he needed a sustaining and filling meal.
So, I cooked. 😮😉😁
For the record:
Today I’m procrastinating.
It is my unsolicited opinion that there is a direct link between control and happiness.
But it’s more complicated than that. Because control is a loaded word that requires further analysis.
So does happiness.
I’m going to make this a 2-part series because otherwise, confusion will abound… 😂
Let’s start with control. Continue reading
When my mom was a Kindergarten-aged child in the late 1940s, she regularly skipped class.
No one kept attendance, it seems. Or if they did it wasn’t as rigid as it is today with automated phone calls and amber alerts all over media…
For added perspective: try to imagine a small city in Switzerland, near the metropolitan city of Zürich, during the late 1940s and early 1950s…kids in general were not really parented in the way that we do it today.
I think most of us know this. 🙂
So anyway, here is my mom as a child, with long, brown braids, marching off to Kindergarten every morning while her mom tended to several younger girls at home.
Except, on some days, my mom didn’t go to Kindergarten at all. Just decided it was much more interesting to hang around anywhere else. 😉
Every day they want to eat dinner. Right?
This means someone’s gotta cook. That would be me. Good thing I don’t mind cooking, most days…
The other day my mom was telling me she was out at lunchtime. She noticed long lineups at fast food joints located around some schools. She looked closer and it was all middle school and high school kids, waiting in line for a burger and fries, or some such junk.
She was astonished and so am I. I mean, I know kids buy food at these places, but every day at lunch?
My question is, at what point do kids have so much money they can afford a fast food lunch on a regular basis? Continue reading
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?
So I accompanied my 10yo to school this morning. First day of grade 6! Her previous days’ anxiety is gone and she chatted pleasantly during our walk.
By the time we got to the street light where we had to cross, a tram stopped. Out piled a bunch of kids my daughter knew.
We all crossed the street together and then it happened:
When I left home to do a big grocery shopping, my 10yo daughter had a friend here and they were making slime.
glue, shaving cream, borax and food color makes slime
Slime-making, I’ll have you know, is BIG ’round here with the tweens. Especially the tween girls.
Slime is fun!
I leave them with the husband and the dog and have no idea where the teenager disappeared to. I figured he’s plugged into fortnite, where else, but I didn’t check.
He was quite anxious to get home after our 45-minute bike-ride earlier…
Two hours later, I come home and the girl pal is still here making slime. (How much freaking slime do they need?)
As the husband holds the dog back, who can barely contain himself that I’m finally back where I belong, he announces this:
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.)