Let’s play…where’s Waldo. Or, in this case, where’s the girl. 🙄
So there is no school strike today.
The labour dispute was with the support workers, custodians, secretaries and special needs educators, not the teachers, but most boards decided that full school closures would be implemented in the event of a walkout.
At 9 pm last night the media announced, well ahead of the midnight deadline, that a tentative agreement had been reached and all children are expected to go to school on Monday.
According to Twitter, mass panic ensued. Naturally the kids were disappointed. The parents, especially those with small children and daycare/afterschool care were overjoyed.
On Monday the girl child went off to school as she always does. I spent my morning hours doing what I usually do while simultaneously doing a load of laundry when suddenly, I got a text from her.
My tummy hurts, can you please pick me up!
Yesterday I spent most of the day doing this.
It was actually kind of relaxing as my partner prepped the old, original doors by sanding them down and puttying the holes and scratches. All I had to do was use a brush and paint the doors with primer.
The Benjamin Moore down the street recommended we use oil primer to seal the old wood properly. The doors are original to the house (1949) and in dire shape. They look ugly too. So this summer, my partner decided to do something about them. He started but then got called away to work so I offered to do the priming.
It’s messy, painting with oil. I turned off the AC and opened all the windows to keep the air flow going, and luckily it was a pleasantly hot rather than oppressively hot day.
I took one break to walk Jasper, beyond that I was busy with the the doors.
At some point in the afternoon the girl child announced she’s going to her friend’s and she’s bringing an overnight bag because it’ll probably turn into a sleepover.
(Doesn’t it always? 🙄 )
I hate baking. Lucky for me, my 11 year old does not. She baked a cake yesterday.
I need to get this off my chest. I know I’m not the only one who has these challenges, and I hesitated if I should bother blogging about it all all. But you know what? I need some positive vibes here from you, or at least some commiserating… 🙄
So allow me to entertain you with a funny story first, and an exasperating one second.
Omg I had a morning today I rather I didn’t…
It must be Friday. Or Monday. Or any school day… 🙄
If you consider yourself a squeamish person, stop reading now because I’ll tell you things you can’t unsee in this rant. But such is life for us women; just another issue we have no choice but to deal with.
Girl children are so amazing, you know that? My kid amazes me.
So she’s supposed to bake cookies for Valentine’s Day to fundraise for something, but some idiotic rule that baking at home at teacher’s request is *unsafe* has the kids planning a baking event at school, instead.
The other night, the mom of a boy in my daughter’s class reminded me that Friday is a PA day. No school.
Didn’t we just have a long break from school? 🎄
The reason she and I were texting was because our children, along with some others, arranged a movie at a cinema amongst themselves for Friday evening. All the details were ironed out at school and via texts with each other. It was all finalized.
Until they realized maybe they should ask parents for permission. And also they will need a ride. And money. 🙃
Have you ever had to navigate the social life of a bunch of tweens?