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Cross My Heart
Recently I began babysitting two days a week (I know what you’re thinking: “like she doesn’t have ENOUGH kids already?!) in a nearby town. After I drop my older kids off at school, the two youngest and I drive over to my little charge’s house. The first day was a challenge; despite making the necessary preparations the night before (kids’ clothes laid out, backpacks packed, shoes -for both feet- located), the morning was still somehow a mad scramble. We rushed out the door, dropped the older kids at school, and hit the road towards our babysitting engagement. Or tried to. We had the misfortune of being on a one-lane road,…
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The Art of Wii-nning
During the school week, we try to limit the time that the kids are able to use electronics: iPods, computers, Game Boys, etc. In fact, we generally don’t permit them to use their electronic games during the week; I guess in order to torture ourselves with the battery of whining and complaints that ensue when said rule goes into effect. But weekends are another matter… like this one. They’re bored. I’m tired. They whined. I was desperate. The Wii closet was unlocked, remotes distributed, & the games began. Unlocked, you say? Yep. First of all, The Captain and I try to run a tight ship in terms of toy/game distribution.…
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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…
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Call Me, Maybe
I love my friends, but there’s a flaw in my relationships that I have to own up to. I’ll admit it; I’m a bad phone friend. A terrible one, in fact. Most of my friends have a better relationship with my answering machine these days. If you’re taking your shot on “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire”, it’s wise to scratch my name right off your dependable phone-a-friend list. I’m not trying to be a jerk. Your time is definitely just as important as mine, -you’re probably just as busy- and you’re making the effort to connect with me. I appreciate that. Here are five reasons that trying to have…
