What is it about the days where I have less than normal patience that inspires my children to grand feats of adventurous torture? Not of me, but of each other? Yesterday was one such day. I think they all got up on the wrong side of the bed or something. Once I convinced them to stop pounding one another (which thankfully didn’t take long), they began the sniping. And then once the sniping was handled, it became tattling. Did you know that a child with a tale to tell can run faster than a truck accident lawyer can drive his fancy sports car? Yeah.
My personal favorite is the “he said so-and-so”. They get really ill when I look at them and say, “congrats, you just said it, too.” Yeah, I know it’s lame, but sometimes, I get tired, too.
Yep, even herewith all these people, we just sometimes have a day with no major milestones, no significant injuries and no drama. hard to believe, I know. I always wonder what to post about on days like that. I mean
I cleaned, we schooled, we ate three meals and a couple of snacks
would get kinda boring if I said it every time that’s all that happened. But today, that is precisely all that happened, but instead of racking my brain for something else to say, I am going to shut the laptop, and go veg out with my family. Blogger cum Mom tonight, folks!
Have you seen those always pad commercials that talk about the young girl in Africa who misses school because of her period? I just found out that it’s tied in with the Heroes Youth Ambassador program. They are looking for teens ages 16-19 to travel to Africa this year to help with project designed to aid orphans and at risk children in HIV affected communities. You can find out more and download an application to be a HERO, and yes, boys can be heros, too.
Here at the Academy, we celebrate the change of school year by passing out the new math book. Since we don’t use traditional textbooks except for this subject, we just say the children are in whatever grade is on their math book. Well, Stuntman finished his second grade math book today, and so tomorrow will be his first official day as a third grader.
Given our rigid academic schedule this year, he may have the dubious distinction of being my only student to be in three grades this calendar year, LOL!
Apparently, I have successfully cloned myself with out my knowledge and behind my own back, because I totally do NOT remember subscribing to this magazine, and yet, it arrived her a couple days ago, and it has my name on the label, and it says the subscription is good through the Dec/Jan 09 issue. I’m talking about Working Mother, of course, in case the title did not give that away.
Whenever and however I got this mag, I am glad I did. Even though I don’t work outside the home, I struggle with some of the same issues. For instance, there was an article on handling the “witching hour” in this issue, and I learned a few things from it. Here’s what working moms might not know that SAHMs do: there are actually TWO witching hours each day. Yeah, it’s not all roses and ice cream up in here, gals
I also enjoyed the article on theme parks. We have a new one opening not to far from here this spring, and I was pleased to see it got a mention. I think I most enjoyed the “realness” of the mag: real stories written by or about real moms with real solutions to real issues. So! Thanks Magazine Fairy, wherever and whoever you are! This one’s a winner.
As I said to some friends: Because! Boring is bad! Stuntman woke up this morning sounding like a cross between a fright train and a winded horse, and reported that he’d woken up several times like that in the night, and also had had a few incidents of shortness of breath. I gave him some benedryl in case it was just allergy related, but it didn’t help, and he continued to get worse, so I called dh home and took the boy child in to see the doctor, who listened to his chest and promptly asked me who he’d been seeing for his asthma. Umm, nobody, cause he hasn’t had asthma! She didn’t even have to use any disposable gloves!
Of course, I was pretty sure from listening to him that he WAS having an asthma attack, but the kicker is that he had a football physical in August and his lungs were fine, and he had a 9 year old checkup last spring, at which I asked the doc to pay particular attention to his lungs since his sister has asthma and I have RAD (yeah, I know that’s just asthma) and he was FINE. And today, I could hear him wheezing from across the room, and he’s got a fist full of fancy new meds.
In other, less exciting news, I got both Spidey and Stuntman’s clothes sorted today. Tomorrow will be the dress clothes and bookcase in their room!
To wrap up his 18 hours of misery, we went through his mountain of clothing. I kid you not, the pile covered his bed and was over a foot deep. After returning what belonged to his brothers (and a couple of things belonging to his baby sister), we sorted his stuff until all his drawers open and close freely. Enh, I can’t really call that misery, as he was pretty happy with the end result.
Tomorrow, it will be Spidey’s turn.
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