First world problems.
Sitting on a plane, headed for home. Princess was again asked if she was old enough to be sitting in the exit row. Security made it a point to inform her that 12 and under didn’t need to remove their…
Hello, Instacart.
Most of the things in my life, show up on my porch in Amazon boxes, delivered by my favorite dude in the brown uniform. Salad forks, are included in that list of things. For all of you that have asked,…
Court.
First, I love Zoom Court. Macomb County and Wayne County are still doing juvenile court via Zoom. If you gotta appear, Zoom is for sure the way to go. In person court is a crap shoot on time, which in…
Natural Consequences
I’ve said this before, but I have learned so very much about parenting in the last handful of years. The biggest lesson, “Natural Consequences. Let them happen.” I used to put forth a lot of energy trying to save kids…
The sounds of silence.
The day started with Sassy Britches missing the bus. It sure looked like an intentional miss if you ask me. (Cameras all over my house.) She must really have a strong distaste for second hour. Chemistry isn’t really my fav…
As suspected.
Finally have permission to enroll the newest household member and the district is giving me a hard time. I’m shocked. Not. No. I don’t have an immunization record. No. I don’t have a birth certificate. Nope. Nope. Nope. I don’t…
Scenes from an airport.
You know when there are a handful of stalls open in the bathroom and some jerk uses the one directly next to you? I ran into the airport version of that lady. No short of 50-75 open seats at our…
What is that I hear?!?
Had a bit of a scare yesterday. Eating what I like to call lunch, code for, whatever is laying around that I can quickly toss in my mouth. Some days it’s Slim Fast, some days it Sour Patch Kids. Most…
Laundry Strike
Had two placements return home to their parent this week. I am always happy for their family when reunification is possible. At the same time, I’m two short at the dinner table, and the empty seats sting for a bit. …
The kitchen really is the most dangerous room in the house.
Why are girls so mean to each other? I have never understood why they have this need to attack each other at any given moment. One minute they are all buddy buddy, painting each others nails. The next minute, I…
