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Assigning Blame

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Assigning Blame.
© 2017 LC

It’s a stressful week
when in-laws come to visit.
Typical. How the
poison flows from parents to
children. Polluting the mind.
Why do the kids fight?
Because parents are.

 

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Carefree, Happy Hearts

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Carefree, Happy Hearts.
LC © 2017

She closes her eyes
feeling the breeze on her face.
Places both hands on
her door, happily. She smiles
carefree. Like nothing matters.
Maybe it doesn’t.
It’s a sunny day.
The windows are down.
Our family is together–
that is all we need.

My daughter inspired this poem! Turned around and instantly started smiling. Occasionally, I still place my head out of the window feeling the air on my face. I enjoy feeling the breeze through my hair and closing my eyes with the sun warm on my face. She reminded me I need to do it more often. Instead of being caught up with “adulting.”

 

 

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We Know the Drill.

I am living on caffeine. Coffee. Diet Pepsi. All day.

Since the kids went back to school last Wednesday– I am having a hard time adjusting to the routine. Last week, I thought I would start writing again. However, my mind was thick with cobwebs from not writing.

I couldn’t think.

Tired. Getting up early overloads my brain. Yes, I am whining a bit. Over summer we were lazy. Getting up later. Some late nights.

It seems like as soon as my head hits the damn pillow, the alarm is buzzing in my ears. And I want to lay there for ten more minutes. Girls need a few extra minutes.

I know if I did I would hear the griping from my husband. Every morning I hear clatter in the kitchen, and everyone is asking where I am. I have my own routine when I wake.

Lay there a minute while anticipating smashing the alarm. Turn it off. Put on a hoodie and socks because I am freezing. Grab the kids lunch. Check the laundry. Then, I am on my way.

The first week of school my husband was on vacation. Nothing good ever comes from this. What made it worse, he had a “man cold.” He laid around in the living room of all places– the “center” of it all. On the couch. With a blanket up to his nose. Whining about how he was feeling. Throwing tissues everywhere– he wasn’t picking them up. Watching stupid “guy” shows.

He was cranky. I couldn’t stand being in the same room. It isn’t quiet when he is home– especially when he is grumpy and finds things to pick arguments about. I choose happiness by staying out of the room.

The children, surprisingly, have adjusted to waking up early. My daughter is a little cranky, and  sassy. Her excuse– “Well, I hate mornings!” (Some people would agree?)

I thought my son would be the one giving me a hard time. But he hasn’t. It’s been my wee one. She is doing better this week.

They seem to like school. Although, my son had an issue to deal with, and he fixed it. Then, my daughter was sick yesterday. Her teacher felt her head saying she was hot, and sent her to the nurse– who did nothing, and sent her back to class.

That makes me mad! Seriously? Keeping an eye on that.

We had a wonderful summer. I don’t think it could have been better. We thoroughly enjoyed it!

I kept them reading, and my daughter’s reading level wasn’t low when she started school. My son will be learning Spanish and French this year so he knows what he wants to take next year in high school. We do French at home. I am happy he will have a head start!

I think it will be a great year for them. My fingers are crossed. Less I have to deal with.

Once the routine sets in a bit more, I think we have it all covered. Less sass. More with their chores, and practicing their instruments. And Mommy will be less sleepy too.. Coherent and ready to write!

We know the drill. Here is to another year in the books. My third and eighth grader!

 

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Move Along

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Move Along.
© LC 2016

Hey, you should be HERE.
Instead you pissed us away-
For the drugs and beer.

Your “son” is a teen–
I grow prouder every day.
This wasn’t your dream–

It was mine.
To think you signed your rights away
on the dotted line.

To mess with his head–
after four years is low.
To him you are “dead.”

You messed it up years ago,
it was NOT me. Paper trails don’t lie–
And I am glad he knows.

You cannot expect honesty–
from an addict I’ve learned.
Your stories change constantly.

Yet here we are again–
living in the past. We’ve moved on.
You have nothing to gain.

Move on. Stay away!
The best thing you ever did–
was walking away…

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Frustrations

Life Lately…

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Summer started and brought with it a whirlwind of business, chaos, and distractions.

Maybe even some new frustrations, but it’s okay. I’ll deal with ’em. I’m a big girl.

I love summer! Nice weather. Kicking into relaxation-mode. Enjoying time with family and friends.

Today we are packing for the beach. Well, I have. The whole week I sporadically packed, and realized today how little that mattered.

Every five minutes my daughter asks, “Is it time to go yet!”

My hands are full as I am still packing. “No, not yet! But soon!”

My son lazily saunters into the room after she is gone. “When are we leaving?”

Ugh. “Later.”

My husband is putting together his car. Hopefully with the new automatic transmission swap it will run. It has been on jack-stands for months.

Last night, he sat lazily on the couch as I did all the legwork for our travel preparations. I asked him to help our son pack his stuff. He coached him from the couch. Hmph. 

As of right now, I think we are packed. Maybe. Knowing me I may have forgotten a thing or two. I have the essentials covered that is the important thing. I hate packing!

A family member is staying at the house with the dog. We paid the bills today. Yesterday we were “beautified.” We had haircuts and as my daughter says “I had my hair painted.”

Today we finish up with putting some color on our hands, and feet. This morning as I was plucking my eyebrows an all too familiar conversation played out in my head between my best friend and me when I tried waxing them myself.

She never let me live it down. I waxed them off. She said I would.

Needless to say I never did that again.

Anyway– all bases are covered.

I will be writing while I am away. It will be my first time at the beach since I was a girl! I will take you along with me!

Stay tuned.

Lynne

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Thunderstorms

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Trees sway in their dance–
a tribute to the rumbling
inky-sky as pale
bolts spark–  Zig-Zag! Chased by the
echoes of crashing thunder.
Like a game of “Tag.”
Frightened children popping up
and down like popcorn kernels–
at every BOOM– AHHH!

© LC 2016

Photo Credit

Inspired by the storms happening here the last couple days. Comments welcome. Hope you enjoyed it!

Lynne

Posted in Life, Writing

Hello Summer!

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We love summer! Summer vacation is fantabulous! Making the most out of every minute.

Going to bed later. Taking walks. Playing ball. Playing games. Watching the sky light up with heat lightning. Playing in the rain. Baking pie.

Running from cicadas…

So far we have visited the library three times. I want Kayla excited to read, and she isn’t. They have a fun summer reading program awarding children prizes for each level they reach.

When she heard prizes, she was in. Each level has two hours of reading time split into twenty-minute intervals. Six levels total. At the end of each level, the child receives a prize.

She receives a prize, likes to read again, and her reading level creeps back up.  Win.

Her reading level dropped a little at the end of the year from not reading. In the middle of last year, she could read on a fifth grade level, which meant she could read bigger books if she wanted. It was easy finding bigger books she was interested in since she wasn’t reading the smaller ones. The problem became getting her to read them, and then she grew anxious with finishing them on time.

When I spoke with her teacher about Kayla’s reading, she said she wasn’t going to push her into reading because she knew she was anxious. She didn’t want to upset her. My daughter loved her second grade teacher. I believe her encouragement and support would have made a huge difference in her reading habits. Instead Kayla gave up and didn’t read for the last two months because she didn’t care about their reading goals.

I am hoping our trips to the library will make reading fun for her again, and help ease the anxiety she feels. Help make her brave enough to want to read those bigger books. She has such a colorful imagination she could cultivate with reading.

She watches British Castles with me on Netflix. I didn’t think it would interest her so much, however, she likes watching the history behind each castle. She likes getting ideas for Minecraft. 

I don’t understand what the kids are doing on the game by watching, but I know it takes loads of imagination— apparently, more than I have! (You can make amazing things!)

Aside from the library and being active, we have blasted appointments out-of-the-way so we can enjoy ourselves. We investivated the need for braces Friday. Unfortunately, Kayla needs them, and we heard about it for the whole day.

“But I need braces!” Was her lament for everything.

Monday summer vacation became “officially official” when we didn’t have to wake up for school, however, we had appointments the last couple days.

Today we slept in!

Stand-by— I will manage to have some-sort of summer schedule. Just not sure what it will look like at this point in the game. It might be a bit erratic at times, but I will be here!

Wishing everyone a lovely Wednesday,

Lynne

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Last Day of School!

Ohhh yeah!

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Children in our district went to school for a whopping two hours this morning. In about an hour, summer break is “official,” I will hear everything when my son comes running from the bus.

We are excited! My daughter and I are home though I hardly can tell she is here. She is anxiously awaiting her orthodontist appointment to tell us whether she needs braces.

I hope everyone has a wonderful summer break!

Lynne