All worked up over nothing

My kid tricked me today. 🙄

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A wonderful, little thing…💟

Alert: heavy eye-rolling emojis ahead. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Those of you who read here even occasionally know I have a teenager.

My teen-aged boy is the light of my life, even though he’s driving me nuts. 🙃

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Adventures in dog walking and dog sitting

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.

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Girl week, family connections and solo parenting

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

What I say, what they hear

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… 🙃

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