Dear Connor,
Now that you’re old enough to read, I’ve let you read some of the Dear Connor blog entries I wrote when you were younger, for you to read later on. This one, I’m writing for you to read now.
Dear Connor,
Now that you’re old enough to read, I’ve let you read some of the Dear Connor blog entries I wrote when you were younger, for you to read later on. This one, I’m writing for you to read now.
So, remember how I said the other day how I feel better when I write and get stuff out?
Well, here I am, with my phone and my Bluetooth keyboard, taking my lunch break in the Starbucks next door to my work, because I hope that writing about my failings will make me feel like less of a schmuck.
Here, let me share the text I sent to my hubby this morning:
Like my coworker (Hi, N!) said when I relayed this story to her this morning: Moms are human, too. It’s just that… I mean, yeah, it’s annoying when I have to tell my first grader to do something three times before he even acknowledges that I’ve spoken to him, but does it really merit raising my voice to him? Is that who I want him to think I am? He already hides under his sheets because he’s “scared” when I yell at him at bedtime for not listening.
Talk about feeling like a turd. Continue reading
[Taken August 24, 2018 at 5:34PM]
This summer, while Connor was attending day camp, he and I started a new tradition of Fun Fridays. It stemmed mainly from me not really wanting to cook dinner after picking him up from camp on a Friday, plus Connor wanting to stay up a little later on Friday nights.
Typically, we’ve been going to a restaurant together for dinner, then coming home and doing the normal bedtime routine, and finally coming back downstairs and watching Good Eats reruns on Amazon Prime in our jammies. Yesterday, though, since summer camp is over and school has begun, I didn’t have to pick him up from anywhere. So, as something special, I proposed that we order pizza and eat it on a picnic blanket in the back yard.
We polished off most of a medium stuffed crust (half mac and cheese, half bacon), then got our jammies on and watched Good Eats (the waffle episode and the sneak-parsnips-into-everything episode) while we ate dark chocolate dipped in peanut butter. After that, we brushed teeth and read a book and I tucked Connor in for the night. However, I also allowed him to read in bed… as many books as he wanted.
He fell asleep with the light on and a book under his arm.
Fun Friday success.
[Taken August 18, 2018 at 7:18PM]
In the interest of getting off of social media and back into blogging more regularly, I’m testing yet another quick way to blog from my phone: this time, cutting Instagram out of my photo-posting loop.
The above photo shows the puzzle lamp I bought my son at the local science center… which, much like his new Rubik’s Cube, he had no interest in solving once he got it. It’s actually really cool, though, once you get the hang of how to assemble it. (And once you watch — and pause — a few YouTube videos.)
[Taken August 20, 2018 at 6:53AM]
He was the first to arrive at Extended Time before school this morning, and complained to me this evening that all he could do was play dollhouse with the few girls who showed up until they opened the gym. I’m planning to let him bring a toy and a book tomorrow, just for before school.
Apart from that, and us not knowing he’d need an afternoon snack from home, the first day of First Grade sounds like it was a good one.