I’ve had this piece in my Drafts folder for a week now, and have rewritten it at least as many times. It started as factual and sappy, and I’m hoping it settles on enlightening, funny & sincere with only a hint of sap. What caused so much drama in my life that it took me a WEEK to blog about? It was the milestone of my youngest kiddo Aria graduating Preschool. Now pick your butt off the floor and stop laughing! I’m NOT (exactly) mourning the end of preschool. Rather, I’m trying trying to properly honor one of the most underestimated occupations out there: Schoolteachers. Specifically “special education” preschool teachers and Paraprofessionals. Let me ‘splain.
I have had this blog drafted up for 2 days now, and just haven’t had the time to finish so YES, after all this work I AM going to combine TWO Daily Posts prompts into one blog.
Anyone who remotely knows me needs to realized one VERY vital fact: I have never EVER, nor will I EVER BE a morning person. Look, I dislike them so much that I even put it in my sarcasm font: morning people. See. The only exception to that rule is that if I stay up without going to sleep at ALL then yes, I WILL be a morning person. Otherwise, if I have hit the bed, and need to arise from slumber ANY time before 9 am…people may (and have) die. Continue Reading
I was awakened by my little 5 year old at 6:30 am by a persistent “Mom. Mom. Mommy.” When the darling hubs (who KNOWS I am USELESS in the morning) tried to help her, she just kept “mom”-ing and we knew something was up.
SO…once again the Daily Prompt word of the day, ‘street’ gave me inspiration! And, much to your misfortune, it reminded me of another story from my (*cough EVIL*) childhood.
This story took place when I was 4, so that means it was winter of 1986 or early in 1987. All I know is that it was COLD and snowy out. The kind of cold where you mom sticks you in one of those full-body snowsuits that make moving incredibly difficult and you kind of shuffle without bending limbs like Young Frankenstein’s monster. Continue Reading
In an earlier blog this week (The End of The World…Before Breakfast) I referred to the “Mother’s Curse” coming to haunt me, since I was a HORRIBLE child. I saw the handwriting ( there is the The Daily Prompt) on the wall. Several readers have responded on our FB Group (Just Shave You Legs with us on FB) that I couldn’t have been THAT horrid of a child… OOOOh allow me to let me enlighten you sweet, naive subscribers. There are so many incidents to choose from, but in order to present a semblance of order, I figured I would begin at the beginning (or in the case the first MAJOR incident that I am able to recall):
As I mentioned in my previous post, poor Jonah does have some emotional issues, but as with all mothers, I’m pretty sure most of it is my fault. In the midst of his drama on Sunday (see The End of The World…Before Breakfast for THAT), I recalled an incident that happened when I was pregnant with his little sister and he was 2 1/2: