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S(no)w Good
Winter is in full effect here in the northeastern US, so it shouldn’t have come as a shock to me when Friday’s forecast predicted snow. Yet… despite being a native New Yorker, I still experience shock & outrage when the forecast predicts extreme temperatures and/or snow. I’ve lived here almost my entire life, yet I’m still indignant that I must suffer through all four seasons. (Well, that’s not entirely true. I can deal with three out of four of them. Winter, not so much.) Here’s why I loathe the snow: 1. PANIC PEOPLE I hadn’t heard the forecast for this week’s snow, but I caught on quickly when I went…
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It’s Always Something
School’s back- 5 out of 6 kids are in school all day now. I love the summer, but I began to look forward to having the kids back in school so that I could finally catch up on everything that had been neglected while I was busy catching up on something else. I wish I could give you the percentage of how having 5 of 6 kids out of the house has supposedly reduced my workload, but we’ve already addressed my lack of mathematical reasoning of any shape or kind before. (And speaking of school, let me just say, in terms of parenting school-aged children, your own words come back…
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Play-D’OH!
I’ll fully admit that I’m not the craftiest sort of person; I definitely could use some help in the arts & crafts realm. There’s lots of coloring in my house, sometimes even on actual paper (as I’ve mentioned before here ). We have the crayons, & the giant spools of colored duct tape, & the paint, & Popsicle stocks, etc. BUT, I’ve taken great pains to avoid dealing with Play-Doh, because I find Play-Doh to be a great pain. In all fairness, I think my distaste for the stuff started way earlier than parenthood. Having a sister that is 11 years younger than myself, I was able to witness first-hand just…
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Nobody’s Perfect
I’m not cured yet, but I’m making greats strides in my recovery… by sheer force. Confession #1: I’m a reformed perfectionist. It’s not that I think I’m perfect; or near it, for that matter. Regardless, I still strive to do things well, in all areas. I’m a people-pleaser. I care about what others think of me, maybe too much. I want to do my job well- any job that I have. It was easy, way back when. Top grades. Good college. Met a man that swept me off my feet, loved me, & married me. Landed my first excellent teaching job using my degree. Made lots of money. Kept our…
