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:
It has begun again: the back to school preparation is in full force.
Both kids have their supplies, provided by Grandma’s generous supplement, plus the boy has new, men sized shoes (yikes), and the girl a new lunch bag.
For the remaining two weeks of August however, they are happily leaving all thoughts of school out of their brains and continuing with their summer
laziness relaxing and fun.
Sort of. Continue reading
Yesterday I woke up to my teamsnap app exploding on my phone. So many messages… Continue reading
Over the last few months you fellow bloggers have told me that the main reason you read blogs is to get a glimpse into someone else’s life. I mean, here we all are, scattered around the globe, connected to each other by sharing our thoughts, our inspirations, our mishaps and yes, even our rants sometimes. It widens our perspectives, allows us to support one another, and on occasion it may even inject a bit of humour into a situation that didn’t appear to be amusing initially.
I’ll tell you why I read blogs: I like glimpsing into your life. 🙂
With that said, I will now tell you what I saw yesterday at the grocery store:
A glimpse into my middle-class, urban, stay-and-work-at-home mom life during an ordinary errand run.
If you happen to be a parent of school-aged kids, you maybe able to commiserate, nod in agreement, or smile at a distant but familiar memory (if you’re an empty nester). Or, maybe you’re completely surprised by the possibility that this actually happens. Or, if you’re not there yet…glimpse into what may still come down the road when you’re done with toilet training and wiping noses.
So here’s what happened: Continue reading
“Do we have a bristle board, I need it for tomorrow…”
…no school-aged child ever says at 8 o’clock on a weeknight. 😛 Continue reading