Day 15: gobbles

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

If kisses were gobbles, I’d gobble you up.

Our nightly ritual.  She chooses her favorite PJs.  They are usually Mickey themed.  Then we turn on the oil diffuser and prep it with some lavender to ensure a good night’s sleep.  We snuggle a little and then it is time.

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Day 12: saving me nothing

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

I remember as a child that I loved Daylight Savings Time.  We got an extra hour of sunlight and I barely even noticed the shift of time.  I’m sure my mom did.  And as a parent, let me tell you, this shift is torture.  My years of teaching have done nothing to prepare me.

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Day 11: TUMBLE

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

Each Saturday morning, McK and I make our way to the gym.  Along the route we talk about her buddy that will be there, the tumble track, and doing tick tock legs for warm up.  It is a Mommy and Me class.  My sister half jokingly called me a good mom when I told her we had signed up insert eye roll here.  It’s that working mom guilt that made me do it.  Tumbling was something we could do together.  It would be fun.  And although I can appreciate McK’s enthusiasm, running through a gym putting her on every piece of equipment for an hour straight wears this mama out.  Just thinking about it makes me want to cancel.

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Day 9: good things

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

Today started out like most.  I felt the impending weight of dread since my feet hit the floor.  Things have been going so well lately.  The other shoe is bound to drop.  We rush to get out of the house and quickly melt into tears at daycare drop off.

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Day 8: CHOOSE

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge. 

Today is the Day Without Women.  And although I would like to fully participate, the only people that would be truly punished would be my students and my own daughter.  You see, as a woman person I do a lot each and every day that goes unnoticed by most but would have the biggest impact on the smallest.

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Day 7: waiting

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Challenge.

I have been waiting.  And waiting.  AND WAITING.  It took us forever to find the house we wanted to turn into a home.  Few knew we were even looking.  We would venture out under the guise of going to Great Grandma and Grandpa’s house for the football game.  We did do that.  But we would just stop at one to five houses for sale along the way.

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Day 5: but seriously

 

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I don’t want to brag, but my grandma made the best pancakes.  How did she make those silver dollar yummies?  They were crispy along the edges and soft in the middle.  Teeny tiny little pancakes made for teeny tiny hands.  And on a Sunday, you could find piles of them waiting for you in the microwave.  Everyone knew they were there and we all helped ourselves.   Continue reading