HRH was having a particularly rough day, last week. So El Jefe sat down with her on the couch, tucked her under his arm, kissed the top of her sweet head, and pulled up Amazon on his iPhone. Search: Girls’ shoes. He’s such a good daddy. And such a sucker!
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Today was the 1st grade’s Field Day at HRH’s school. (For those of you new to B-Sting-speak, HRH is how I refer to my daughter. AKA – Her Royal Highness)
I remember Field Day from my youth. I hated it. Every damned year. It was supposed to be fun, exhilarating, and a great way to burn and run off energy. Instead, for me, it was a long day of showcasing how uncoordinated, lanky, clumsy, and all-around unathletic I was. I dreaded it and would try to think of excuses to get out of attending. That heavy feeling of dank dread hung over me as I prepared HRH for her Field Day. I kept my dark memories to myself as I slathered her with sunscreen and sent her on her way to school. Surely, she would have a better experience? After all, Daddy volunteered this year! She got to ride to school in his cool, tricked out car. She got to hug and kiss him whenever she wanted, all day. And he worked one of the Field Stations! How cool is that?!?
To my devoted readership (whom – I think – is really just myself), I apologize for my lengthy blogging hiatus. I was heads-down, deep within a project for a client.
Noooo… while I really was working on a client job, that’s not why I didn’t write a blog post. The truth is, my husband was freakishly sick for 12 (looooooooooong, grueling) days.
Category: Humor, Just Journaling, Life's Lessons, Religion & Beliefs, Self-Actualization, The Arts
This Thursday, the Board of Education for the county in which I live will be discussing changes to the school calendar for next year and the following year. For those of you who don’t live in Cobb County, let me give you a real quick and dirty:
Category: Age-Related:, Education & Learning, Kids (5 & Older), Middle School, Parenting, Soap Box, Teens
When I was a kid I used a refrigerator box to slide down a hill. This was that fabulously-fun hill…
I remember holding on for dear life as friends pushed me over the edge, and sliding off of the box…coming home with stains even Clorox couldn’t remove. I should clarify. Grass stains.
