Stress
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“It’s Just Like Riding A Bike”
Confession: I don’t own a bike. I used to. Remember the days of old, when you and your tween friends would hop on your bikes and ride for hours, without your parents having a blessed clue where you were?? It’s been years since I’ve owned one, but that doesn’t really bother me. I don’t even want one. Because even when the weather is ideal for biking -as it’s been lately- any attempt at getting myself out to bike would look something like this: Today’s punishment- you get the back seat. (www.blisstree.com) Here’s why I’m not a bike fan. Because kids aren’t born capable of riding; they must be taught. And…
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It Just Doesn’t Add Up
Yesterday was one of the first nights in awhile where only two of my older three kids had math homework. One of them didn’t, because she had a unit test in math. Thank God. Because after the previous night’s study session, I’m doubly appreciative of the break from math today. I don’t know if said child passed the test. And I’m not sure that I would have, either. Yeeeaaah. Math. Ugh. Confession to make: I’m math-phobic. I’m terrible with numbers. Absolutely horrendous. While I adore words- both reading them and writing them- having to use numbers is enough to put me into a cold sweat. Right now, an indignant math lover…
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Sick Day
Hi, everyone! I hope you’re having a better week than I am. In my last post about the weather, I forgot to mention one of the biggest reasons that I hate the colder temperatures. Germs. Ugh. I’m sick!!!! 🙁 It’s almost inevitable here that once the temperature dips, someone ends up sick. And no matter how much disinfectant, Purell, and the like are used, it’s difficult to prevent illness from spreading to at least a few people here in the house. This past week, #s 5 and 6 were sick with terrible colds. There’s nothing worse than a wee baby hacking away, cold and miserable. Unless you’re the mom hacking away, cold…
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TGIF?!
TGIF, everyone! Remember how that used to mean something, before you had kids?? Yeah. Me neither. (It’s funny to me how although I can often mix up my days of the week, I’ll never get to Friday and assume it’s any day other than Friday. That one is always correct in my mental calendar.) Fridays always tend to stick out of the week because for most, they represent the promise of a weekend; two days away from the tedium of the workplace. Two days to relax, snack, perhaps nap. Maybe enjoy leisure activities. I’ve heard that people still do that… If you’re not a SAHM, that is. You know, a…
