Day 20: Monday morning pep talk

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challengae

It rained last night.  Not the gentle soothe you to sleep kind of rain.  But the type of rain that tosses a floodie into a panic.  Streets were watched to be sure the water was draining down the sewer.  The radar was checked to see if the worst of it had passed.  We briefly chatted about how we really should have installed the new sump pump last week.  Fingers are crossed that there is no lake under the new house this morning.

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Day 17: St. Pat’s Party for 2

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

We battled over her skirt this morning.  Who knew that an-almost-two-year-old could have such strong opinions about a skirt?  I chose the wrong one.  Her choice was much too short.  How is a too short skirt even an issue already?

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Day 16: snow

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

It snowed the other day.  And although it is March, this is Chicago so it isn’t that unusual.  Snow happens and the world moves on.  I have always loved the snow, especially if I do not have to go anywhere.  Somehow the neighborhood seems quieter and warmer as if it is insulated.

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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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