That of Princess Anna and Elsa, “Let it Go!” Continue Reading
Yes, you heard me right.
Wether you call them the PTA, PFA, PTSA, OR THE PURPLE MONKEYS.
More likely than not your kid’s school has an army. An army of un-paid and quite possibly under appreciated volunteers that keep a large part of that school in motion. Continue Reading
Can you smell it?
Some may say it’s shame. Others a peace offering.
But, I prefer to call it an affirmation of constructive criticism. More simply put, chocolate chip cookies.
See, as a teacher and a mom it is inevitable that I am going to from time to time disagree with one or more of my children’s teachers.
And when asked to sign a set of tests while trying to rush four kids out the door, in time for the third grader to sing three songs in front of the entire school, on a day when the two kindergartners may possibly be nursing colds… Well, this one mama may or may not have been so inclined as to give that test a piece of her mind.
In orange colored pencil. No, not on a polite little sticky note, but right on the test paper.
Using, but not limited to, such words as clearly, and obviously while pointing out that directions where misunderstood.
Yes, I’m making a double batch this time.
And, yes I’ll send the dimpled three year old in with still warm baked goods in hand so she
thinks knows it was all intended to be constructive, of course.
Anyone else ready for summer break? I know I am.
Yes I know this is a recycled post. But we’ve been on the virus train for over a week now. I’ve been up since 2am with a coughing vomiting child. And the fourth kid is about to come down with a fever. So, you really don’t want to read anything I write today.
In fact I don’t even know if I am currently making sense. So without further adieu… a post I wrote while coherent about how my one baby got her name. Sort of…
This is George’s sister, George. She started life as a feral. Eating out of trash cans and living under a storage container. Continue Reading