Sunday, June 27, 2010
- I wrote an application for a short-term position
- Grey's Anatomy - goes without saying this week really, doesn't it!!!
- PM challenged
- PM toppled.
So, after the kids had gone to bed each night, there really wasn't that "potter" time I'd been hoping for.
BUT, we did survive.
Although, looking around the house tonight... there was some additional carnage.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I know, as I enter these last few years of my 30s I really should have come to terms with WHO I am, irrespective of the perceptions of others. But, I haven't.
I find it hard to say "No". (Unless saying NO will help others perceive me as a sensible, level-headed individual)
I find it hard to shirk responsibility.
I find it hard to quit (hence I am still completing a blog entry for each day - which has now been going since April in some form or fashion)
I am molded by what others think - of course, this does depend on the "standing" that I 'give' that person - if you are a true nutter I couldn't give a rat's.
But mostly I try to please. Make sensible choices.
So today, with 4 hours sleep under my belt (I'll fill you in later - maybe) and doing the single-mum, 2 kids routine, I made a choice which rather surprised me.
Kate has a very tight breakfast routine on week days. It is usually a 'breakfast bar' followed by yoghurt. Once this is done, she will generally eat anything which is not moving. But the start, the fragile start, to each morning cannot vary.
Unless you have NO breakfast bars.
What about toast? NO
Toast with jam? NO
Toast with vegemite? NO
Baked Beans? NO
I walked away. I couldn't have my girl going to Childcare without breakfast, hungry... what would they think?
What about chilli biscuits and cheese? A cheeky, broad smile - as this is something which is often requested, but always denied.
And so, she ate Chilli Rice crackers with processed cheese on top.
In front of the TV,
in the lounge,
on the couch for that matter!
She had food in her tummy.
She was happy.
We got in the car on time.
I don't care what you think!
- Ring piano teacher for Kate
Kate: "When will be next Tuesday?"
Me: "The day before your birthday" (thinking this would be a good point - how wrong I was)
Kate: "When I turn 5?"
Kate: "Where will I be on my birthday?"
Me: "It's Wednesday, so at Kindy."
Kate: "But when I'm 5 I don't go to Kindy anymore!"
Me: "Yes sweetie, that's right. It will be your last day."
Kate (face with tears)
double edged sword: from the notion that even as one edge of a two-edged sword can be directed at an enemy or otherwise do your bidding, the opposite edge, pointing back as it does towards you, is at risk of doing you harm
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Maybe I should get around to cancelling that membership.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
And she found some beauties.
After footy training we were afforded a fashion parade.
Is there anything better than flanny jammies?
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
So this is where I started.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Listened to the Footy ... and shared Melbourne's disappointment (so close).
Stopped at ovals.
Stopped at playgrounds.
And everything looked better.
You notice small things when you are relaxed.
Your mind is free to appreciate them, to wonder in them.
Like Autumn Leaves.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
They won't always do as they are told.
They won't always respect your wishes.
They won't always make wise choices.
The day a child is born is the first day that they let you know.....
photo of Kate: mid-cough.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
photo from 2000.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Firstly, there is the fact that I have a student teacher now based in my room for her 4 week block, and I find myself wondering "Just what was it like all those years ago?"
Did I make the right choice?
At the end of the day I attended a workshop on 'Aspirations', Laying the Foundation - they called it. It was amazing to find myself sitting with my very first Deputy Principal. She now has a much more administrative role, but she did remember me - mainly because of a wild parent who one afternoon accosted me in the front office about an incident which had occurred in the classroom. While this in itself is not really memorable, the fact that within 3 months of this explosion he had murdered his own mother and killed himself in a bizarre murder / suicide does help it stick in your mind.
My former DP asked me where I had been since "then" and I briefly accounted for the past 16 years.
Tonight I went to the movies. Of course, there is only one movie to see at the moment - SATC. While it was rather slow, almost laborious, it did feature the occassional reflective moment.
And I found myself asking "Do I have the Life I want?" (this last line MUST be read with a Carrie Bradshaw tone)
I came home and gave Wayne a quick run-down of the day... still pondering my reflective Carrie-question, really knowing the answer already.
While some may enter my house and see this:
This is all that I see:
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Today was the day when our Kate took her first steps into school life.
More than most people, I have had opportunities to talk, watch, listen and console parents on that first day.
The first day is often much harder for the parent than the child.
I thought that this might be the case for us too, but I can't bring myself to that place -yet.
You see, I LOVED school! Primary school, high school, college (because when I first enrolled that is what it was) and Uni.
I have loved the learning.
I have loved the quirky opportunities.
I have loved the friends.
I have loved the teachers (mostly - and for those that I didn't - it is sad to say, but I enjoyed tormenting them!)
I tried to love every minute - and mostly succeeded!
So today, as Kate walked through the school yard and was greeted by a chorus of "Hi Kate"'s I was happy for her to start this great adventure.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Before they could start the recipe their bags needed to be packed - and they were.
Before they could start the recipe they had to sit around our mat space, beautifully - and they sat.
When we started the recipe they had to take turns - and they did.
When we started the recipe they had to wait patiently - and they did.
As we dished our "poos" onto the trays we had to be careful - and they were.
As we moulded our "poos" we had to be sensible, and not get it past our finger tips - and they were.
When I said "When you have finished your poo you need to go outside and wash your hands" - they laughed.
When I asked one of my cherubs who was just outside the door "Have you made your poo?" - 'my' parents sniggered.
When I said "If you managed to keep your hands clean while you made your poo, you don't need to wash them, you can just come and sit on the floor" - the parents from up the corridor looked on in horror!
Yes, there is nothing better than POO - except, maybe, being known as that rather unusual, eccentric new teacher!