I’m writing a book! You can read the first chapter of my memoir by clicking here. You can also read the preceding commentary by clicking here. Thank you for your comments so far, looking forward to more feedback.
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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
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
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
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… 🙃
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. 😮😉😁
Yesterday I accidentally dropped a guinea pig into his cage where he landed on a rock.
Granted, there was hay on the rock, and the fall wasn’t that far, just a few inches, but still.
Hope he doesn’t have a piggie concussion. (He’s fine, I checked twice and again this morning.)
It’s his fault anyway; why would he leap out if my arms like that? He appeared to enjoy the snuggle just a minute earlier….
Speaking of concussion, the kids went for a baseline test last week. And naturally, us being us, there had to be an adventure… 😂 Continue reading
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
Last night I asked my son about school. From there the topic continued and I brought up my blog post about unschooling.
I asked them if they remembered their grandmother telling us the story about her playing hooky in Kindergarten. Continue reading
Every day my teen comes home from school and asks for pizza. thanks