I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge.
McK has this little rag she likes to carry with her.
It is yellow. adjective
It is Yellow. proper noun
slice of life
Day 13: echos of me
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During our unsuccessful nap time yesterday, I noticed something that I had been suspecting for a while. McK is a sponge. She is sucking up every little thing I do and spitting it back out at me.
Day 12: saving me nothing
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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.
Day 11: TUMBLE
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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.
Day 10: sliceable
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Slicing is hard. I’ve tried to think all day of something to slice. I’ve wondered, is this slice worthy? more than one time today. The answer is always no. No one wants to read about my breakfast (scrambled eggs on an English muffin if you are wondering). No one is dying to hear about my backsplash dilemma (there is NOTHING out there that I like).
Day 9: good things
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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.
Day 8: CHOOSE
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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.
Day 7: waiting
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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.
Day 6: Mommy-itis
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On Mondays, McK gets to spend the day with her Dada. He works four ten hour days in a row so that he has Monday off with our little one. He works hard so he can play hard. We consider it a gift that he can do this.
Day 5: but seriously
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
Karyn In The Kitchen 