Our friends came over last weekend and brought my son a belated birthday gift. He was beyond excited that his birthday hadn’t completely ended. Totally unexpected. He opened his present and was beyond delighted with what he found behind the wrapping paper. A Color Me Playhouse! I had never seen anything like it. Not only
Today I took the day to be a stay-at-home mom. Something I would love to do but unfortunately I need the weekly pay check. Anyway, I compiled a list of ten things I loved about today. 45 extra minutes of sleep. Not rushing Logan to school so I can get into work asap. Heart hammering
Before meeting with Logan’s teacher during parent night at school all of the kindergarten parents met in the library, scene of my previous anxiety attack, for a meeting with the reading specialist. She informed the parents that they would be screening the children to see what level they were at and would then go forth accordingly.
Logan had his first homework assignment of what will be many sent home yesterday. I’m the dork that likes homework, so I was kind of excited in my own dorky way. I remember making up homework assignments for my classroom of ten stuffed animals. Fun times. Racky Racoon was always at the head of the
I’m not a fan of Mondays. Not at all. I get the Sunday blues around 3pm because I dread Monday. It’s back to the crazy juggling act in hopes that I don’t drop the ball somewhere. (Mental note: Friendship snack for Deacon’s school on Friday) Sunday evenings were bearable for a while when I was
I was lucky to spend a Saturday with one of my dear friends from the 7th grade. My kids were absolutely thrilled that Faye was coming over, only to be a little disappointed that her cute little dog (aka circle dog) wasn’t accompanying her today. After hugs and kisses the kids went about their business
My typical week day starts with my alarm going off at 5:45am and me pushing the snooze button till 6:05. I drag myself out one leg at a time wishing I could just call out sick, which I never do because I’m a stickler for rules and the guilt of calling out when I’m not