Within the past twenty-four hours, my kids have proven to be insulting, manipulative thieves. Let me explain.
I was putting my three-year old to bed last night when he suddenly stopped, crawling out of bed and said, “Hold on momma. I get your money.”
Tired and puzzled, I mumbled “What money?”
I took the day off work today as the kids are on Spring Break this week, and we went out to lunch and the park. It was great to breathe in the 56 degree fresh air and play – really play – with them for a few hours in the sunshine.
When did we stop doing that as adults? Simply playing.
My oldest asked me last week, “Hey mom, how come you never play with us?”
As we drive, houses pop up along the country roadside. The sun beams down.
We are headed somewhere fun today.
“Family dayyyyyyyy!” was declared loudly as we packed up our belongings prior to departure.
I got a promotion today. It was not given to me, it was hard-earned. Two interviews and two time-crunched projects later, and I am at the start of a new position in operations management.
If I am being honest, I am excited and slightly terrified.
For the past several weekends I have been helping a loved one clean their house. You might think, “Oh that is nice of you!”. But I must confess. It has been exhausting. And I hate it.
Most of us have had the experience of working for a bad boss or alongside the WORST group of co-workers.
For various reasons, you may find yourself surrounded with people who feel threatened by others’ success, folks who get drunk on power, or leadership that gets so wrapped up in details that they forget to plan for the bigger picture. Lack of developing staff, lack of support, lack of resources. Lack of talent, lack of communication, lack of growth. Bad, bad, bad situations.
Been there, got the t-shirt.
I have a threenager and a seven year old, both boys. They fight – A LOT. They’re also sweet and loving at times, they share toys most days, and they protect each other. Did I mention they fight a lot, though?
Today while driving home from the store, we passed down our familiar country roads. That’s when I saw it. One baby cow, outside of her broken fence, grazing along the side of the road.
I am the polar opposite of a hoarder. Clutter gives me anxiety and I rarely have a hard time letting go of things – especially if I have not used them recently. Oh, sure – I will keep items that may come in handy or have a possible use in the near future. However, I just feel better when things have homes they belong in, and my house is not overgrown in trinkets or random useless items. If I love it, I keep it. If not, it gets donated, recycled, or chucked.
‘Tis that time of year once again. Time for…. The Sicky Ickies. Every fall my kiddos have fallen prey to the germs of their peers, spread especially well by sneezers who lack arm control, goober pickers, and snack sharers. Sprinkled about a classroom, to the naked eye these little joyful children appear innocent enough. Look a bit closer and you will begin to see a parent’s worst nightmare. You will see… a cesspool of unrelenting germs hell bent on causing tummy trouble, ear infections, pink eye, the flu… you name it, they got it. Now that we’re talking about it, can you excuse me, please? Just gotta wash these hands REAL quick.
