Slice of Life Day Six: Spring

I'm no poet, but here goes nothing...

I watched birds flying all around outside my window.
Longest winter, coldest nights.
Not long
Not long
Not forever.
At last the days lengthen
I arrive to fetch my babes and the sun has not yet set!
Melt SNOW! Fall icicles!
Soon I will see to the left and right crossing the street.
Soon, in my spare time, I will be walking through the neighborhood.
Not long now.

Slice of Life Day Five: Don't know what to write, for the right reasons!

This Slice of Life Challenge is doing me a lot of good. Each day I think about fifty times maybe I should use that for my slice today! I'm sure it is obvious that I am not a very experienced writer. My goals are to become a better writer, and a better writing teacher. My goal is also to do something for myself, and perhaps find some new friends and peers in the process...

So for today I will just free-write some of the things that are running circles around my head:

Feeling sick and being a parent - somehow we are supposed to take turns on the sickness so one of us is left to take care of the kids.

The kids are growing too fast, in many ways they are taking care of themselves.

We are hunting for a house... put in an offer today on a property that my husband saw and I did not. We'll see what happens.

I made pancakes for breakfast, they made me super happy. When I find a gluten-free recipe that I want to make more than once, that is a great find!

There is no such thing as a normal week around here, it seems like an old and tired topic to write about, but it is so relevant.

We cannot please everyone, personally or professionally, grow a tougher skin and let those nasty comments roll off.

Maybe in the days to come I will flesh out one or two of these and try to make something worth reading. Thanks for sharing this journey with me!

Slice of Life Day Four: What's her sign?

My mother taught me about "self-fulfilling prophesies". What I took away from this wisdom: don't seek psychic advice, don't consult with mediums, don't expect to fail, and don't read horoscopes.

So during my childhood I did not know my "sign", One day while goofing off in biology class, a fellow student asked me my birthday, after I answered the question he proceeded to comment about Libras. It was the first time I had heard the word. I still think very little about my sign and it always catches me off guard when a curious friend, colleague or strangers asks me what mine is.

Now imagine my surprise when people begin asking me about my children's signs! I don't know. I do not even care or give any validation to the question. I shrug my shoulders and say I don't know, and I try to keep it to myself that I REALLY do not care.

Slice of Life Day Three: Doing Something Right!

It is past 11:30, and today I am wondering what I have gotten myself into with this writing project. It is just the sort of thing that I am interested in though. So now three days through and I am still going (if not strong).
Today I am pondering the meaning of that beautiful phrase "work-life-balance". How does it apply to teachers, who are famous for being strangers to their families from August to June. Where do we carve out the time for our families, and how do we meet the requirements of the job we love and have passion for and the family that we also have endless love and passion for.
I am unusual because I am teaching virtually - from home. This makes some aspects of the balance easier - I spend more time with the kiddos, I get a few moments between work tasks to kiss my babes, and the food is so much better than frozen dinners or cafeteria gourmet! But the flip side is also true, does my work suffer from being so cozy with my family? No matter how diligent I try to be and no matter how honest I try to be, I am so distracted when my little child reaches her arms towards me, while I should be writing a lesson, and needs a hug. What can I do?
Today I dropped my little man at the daycare. He pushed me out the door, after a kiss, and greeted me with warmth when I came to pick him up.
I may be feeling experiencing some tension between these two passions, but today I know that I am doing something right, so I will continue to try.

Slice of Life Challenge Day Two: Glamour of Motherhood, or not

I am getting my slice of life done early in the morning as I look back on a night of vomit and tears, and I look ahead to a stressful day, working from home, scrutinized by the powers that be.
My children are two and eleven-months, so the stomach-bug is not a welcome  house guest.
This is not the glamorous sort of  conversation I thought I was getting into when I began this challenge (yesterday).

Slice of Life Challenge Day 1: Late to Mass

It was a normal Sunday heading to church with my 11-month-old Befi. I felt like I was late, but I have the good fortune of only driving five minutes up the road to reach the parish, so when I arrived and the mass had not yet begun and did not seem like it would begin in a matter of moments, I was pleased; I am doing better than I thought!
I was pleased as little Befi rested peacefully in her car seat and I was able to kneel and have some quiet time in prayer. It was a surprise to me when four minutes after 11 some commotion near the alter brought my attention to the fact that it was late and mass was not yet starting. An elderly gentleman in a blazer announced that there had been some confusion with the schedule, but "he is on his way." I relished the extra time to sit in the peace of the sanctuary. Nobody seemed upset, perhaps because we are in an age when nobody comes to church who doesn't want to.
The wait was pleasant for me, with two small children, such peace is so rare. As we waited the elderly gentleman played a video from the Cardinal, saying that we would be watching it anyway, so we may just as well watch while waiting. The cantor sang a song.
At 11:15 Father arrived, mass went on as usual, and surprisingly was finished at the normal time. All a bizarre event I have never before experienced.

Slice of Life

Slice of Life Challenge is coming up in the month of March, just a few short days away. This is a big undertaking for me, so I am not sure how far I will get, but I am really looking forward to giving it a go.
Kumquat entered the den today to feed and water the cat. It was crazy, because I was teaching and he was not interrupting. He rolled out the old desk chair, took the bowl to the bathroom and filled it with water, bringing it back for Jack, my cat. I was impressed. It won't be too much longer before those two are true friends.