Its the Holidays!

Its the Holidays!

Happy Holidays everyone!

Wishing the best to you and yours for the New Year.

We’ve got a lot catch up on.

Let’s chat next year.

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WARNING? WHAT WARNING?

WARNING? WHAT WARNING?

Is it only me that has a six year old that has gone and lost her mind and thinks that raising her voice to me is okay?

As soon as I ask her something or begin to talk to her about her behaviour, the hands go up and so does the volume.

Now I’m from a time when trying something like that would have raised my mother’s eyebrows to the “Oh no you didn’t!” stage and I would be in quick retreat because I knew I had just stumbled into the war zone.

But my daughter seems completely oblivious to the war zone and the raised eyebrows. I’m sad to say that my Diva girl does not pick up the hint all that quickly. Warning signs mean nothing and she usually ends up in a time out or losing some privilege.

I asked her just this morning why she didn’t listen to the first warning (referring to our battle of wills today) and she just looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.

Sigh…

Do you think if I wore a neon vest and used a foghorn it might help?

WEEKEND MORNINGS

WEEKEND MORNINGS

There is something about weekend mornings that is just so great. The peace and quiet before most people are up and about. Birds chirping and the sunlight peeking through the blinds or curtains no matter how tightly drawn as if to say “Wake up! Today is too beautiful for you to waste a single moment!”

The day feels full of hope and accomplishment. Your plans to finish that project, or clean the house or finish that book, all seem so within reach. The rest of the family is still asleep which gives you time for reflection and gratitude.

Thank you for all the wonderful blessings.

Thank you for my family, health and strength.

Thank you for all the things that I am truly blessed to have but might possibly forget about temporarily once the kids wake up; the phone starts ringing; messes are made and plans are changed and I start yelling and complaining.

Sigh…

Weekend mornings are just so great.

THERE IS A SNAIL IN MY HOUSE CONT’D

THERE IS A SNAIL IN MY HOUSE CONT’D

So….we still haven’t found the snail.

Is it possible for it to still be alive somewhere in the house, surviving on dust and humidity, slowly growing into a giant mutant version of its former self waiting for the day it can exact its revenge on the family that took it out of its natural habitat?????

What?

Too much?

THERE IS A SNAIL IN MY HOUSE

THERE IS A SNAIL IN MY HOUSE

 

Last week Diva girl came home with a snail. Not like she just picked up and brought it home, well I guess she did really. The teachers in their infinite wisdom, encouraged the children to collect a snail and put it in a Styrofoam cup with blades of grass and cover with saran wrap in which they poked a few holes.

So being the encouraging and open-minded mom that I am, my first thought when I saw this was…

EWWW….GROSS!!!

However, as I try to embrace (kind of) my daughter’s tomboy-ish phase and not freak out at every little thing, I let her bring that snail home. Besides, it really had moved all day (she assured me…)

We put it by the patio doors for light and then Diva girl and I would find another container to put it in.

Well, we couldn’t find anything and we were busy doing homework and getting ready for the next day.

I was exhausted, but I do remember asking her father if the snail would be fine where it was and he shrugged me off with one of those ‘you worry too much’ shrugs (you know the ones I mean) and said yes, it hadn’t moved since she’d brought it home.

Well, needless to say that when we woke up the next morning…

THE SNAIL WAS GONE

I said….THE SNAIL WAS GONE

Somewhere in my house, there is a snail on the loose. We looked all over the living room and cannot find it!

Really? How does a snail of all things finally decide to move so quickly that we can’t locate it??? Why would it want to go exploring in MY house? Why not stay with the grass?

It could be anywhere!!!

Ugh….THERE IS A SNAIL IN MY HOUSE

Sigh…I really hope it doesn’t find its way into Sunday dinner.

FINALLY…

FINALLY…

Okay, so I finally did it…

I took the plunge…

Not such a deep plunge I guess, unless you know me well and know what a truly private person I am.

Oh yeah…what am I talking about?

I’m finally on Facebook.

Yes, I know…that isn’t big news.

But I promise you, there are at least 3 or 4 people that have just fainted…

Now I just have to figure out what the heck I’m supposed to do on this thing!

SHOPPING ADDICTS

SHOPPING ADDICTS

So, both of my daughters have a bit of a problem…

They both like to shop!

I have absolutely NO idea where they would have gotten something like that from!

It’s baffling to the mind…they really must get it from their father’s side.

Wouldn’t have anything to do with my shoe and bag addiction.

Ummm….nope that can’t be it!

I’ve kicked that particular habit…ALMOST.

Baby girl is obsessed with her blue sparkly shoes and her purple tiara. But as soon as she gets a new pair of shoes, she has to put them on and parade around the house for hours….and I mean hours!

Diva girl wrinkles up her nose at ‘Hello Kitty!’ but will wear anything with cool graphics and bright colours…and please, oh please, let it not be a dress!

Sigh…who on earth is influencing my children?!

What’s that Sweetie? A 2 for 1 sale at where…?

Okay, I’m logging off now…