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Sunday was basically a write-off.
While I stayed home to allow my girl to complete some homework, the boys left to play in the semi-final of their hockey tournament. Rather early, after a long day that delayed them right past 10pm the night before…(but they tied both games on Saturday, after winning two on Friday).
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Today has been a continuation of last night’s shit show. Rhetorical question: how does one parent teens?
Seriously, the amount of stuff on the calendar between last night and the end of this coming weekend is unusually heavy due to a tournament, a kid having been sick, a last minute sleepover birthday party requiring a drop off and a pickup which required some really complicated communications with another set of parents, a bunch of re-organized parent-teacher interviews that caused more, not less stress due to a the above mentioned tournament and…dog sitting.
Here’s the thing. Continue reading
Wanna know what I’m doing right now?
Sitting on the couch with a hot tea and some cookies.
I joined Instragram a month ago in order to keep a closer eye on the kids while they play on various apps. You can read the post here. This is a follow up post on my experience so far.
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There are weird men following me on Instagram. Continue reading
The other day in the car we were listening to a soft rock station and this song Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi came on. I’m not really a fan of this song (but I do like some of Bon Jovi’s stuff) but this stupid song has been in my head for three days. Help me! 😮
I want to go see the movie Bohemian Rhapsody with the kids but the kids are too young. Will wait for it to come out on Netflix.
I was on strike for a day and a half. When the shit hit the fan and everything fell apart on Monday afternoon I canceled practice to ‘help‘ a kid with math.
I can’t remember grade 6 math. 🙄 Continue reading
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.
My hunters are back. Without a moose, be that as it may, but they left early due to hockey and school. The rest of the group will stay another couple of days, so there’s still hope to end up with some meat this season.
I asked my son if he saw any wildlife up in the bush: Continue reading
I have been debating on and off whether I should write this post.
The struggle is so real to me that I have to physically hold myself back from letting it get the best of me because if I do that, the push back may be permanent. And I can’t let that happen – kids need support in ways that wasn’t prevalent in my day. And it’s not just the internet, there are other things going on. Things that didn’t seem to be so up front and in your face in my day the way they are today.
But at the same time, I also question the sanity of this society at times. How is it we push kids onto career paths earlier and earlier with every generation?
I was talking with my chiropractor a few weeks ago whose daughter is the same age as my son; both are in grade 8 and visiting high school open houses to determine the next step. His words resonate loud and clear in my head:
“They’re only 13, they’re still children.” Continue reading
Last summer I got to spend a few quality days by myself when the kids went camping with their dad.
This was crucial to my mental health. It was like a recharge of my batteries.
Last summer I also got to spend an entire weekend alone with my boy, at a baseball tournament. We slept over in a college residence, ate some meals together, traveled in the car together. There wasn’t much time for bonding beyond those times since they played three games in one day, and one the night before and two the day after, but we were on our own, which is what I’m getting at.
This was good for me and hopefully just as good for my teen boy. Especially because these times are few and far between lately…
Well this week it’s girl’s week. 😍 The boys took off into the deep Canadian bush to hunt moose, so it’s just the girl child and me. For four full days. Continue reading
Twitter is full of funny tweets about this topic…and it’s so true, isn’t it. You concern yourself with things when you’re pregnant, or a first time parent, that seems so foreign to you later when you’re eyeball deep in youth sports and high school applications and tween drama and all the rest of it. Continue reading