Smooth Sailing

One week (can you believe it) into the new school year already and my little people have done me so proud. The kids are all happy with their new teachers, which is fantastic news, in fact, if Madam Fluff could move in with hers, she'd be quite pleased. Fluff has taken on the role of student like she was born for the role and has practically "grown up" overnight. Kade says his teacher is really nice and he's just happy that 3 of his 4 best buds are in his class this year. My little Bug is taking it a little harder than I thought, although he is still acting very tough about it, he is a little overwhelmed. His previous school was very secure, small and Aunty B created a very loving environment, like a little family. He's also a little disappointed that he hasn't managed to make a friend yet as none of his "old school" friends have gone to the same school. He's a tough, mischievous little man but with a jello heart; I'm praying that he'll adjust easily and make some really cool new friends.

Back to School

WOW...Two more sleeps.....

The kids are super excited about school on Wednesday....Well 2 out of the 3 are really bursting at the seams. Kade is off to Gr.3 and as much as he is excited about going back, I think he is a little nervous of what to expect when he gets there. Madam Fluff is in her absolute element at the idea of going to Gr.1....she has been counting the sleeps more sleeps ago than I can count; it was *almost* a more important feature in her life than Christmas. And my little Bug is off to Pre-Primary and so relieved to have the kids not tell him he goes to "baby school" anymore. They just grow too fast.

WOW...just two more sleeps

Bursting my bubble

I just found my weakness, my kryptonite......

Ignore me......

My husband has been doing it to me for days, weeks and it is slowly shredding me up inside. I live a very isolated life. I live from home, raise kids from home, work from home and socialise mostly on the internet from home. You can imagine how many words, as a female, I have left at the end of the day; bar the arbritary pleads, yells, discussions, whatevers with the kids, I'm talking grown up words.

Well when I go to bed, all those words are still bottled up inside, not having had anyone to share them with. Hubby comes home. Hello is about as good as it gets. Give him supper; oh, there's a thank you. He falls asleep on the couch (every night) and that's where he stays till morning light.

I am about to burst, OK, maybe I do, but then all the wrong words come out and I get reminded of why I am not being spoken to in the first place. *sigh*