Hello, I hope all is well with my dear friends! I know it has been awhile but I have been extremely busy. I am back in school working on obtaining my administrator’s license along with a graduate writing certificate. On top of that, I am in the process of potty training, working fulltime, and looking for high schools for Nic who will be a freshman next year! I am also preparing for a writing conference that I was asked to speak at in October.
Work has been messy to put things nicely. Four of our schools have been taken over by the state. As a result of this, our Super, has decided that all secondary education teachers will receive pink slips on May 31st so that the employees who lost their jobs will have an opportunity for a position.
I am trying to keep a positive attitude, count my blessings, and just know that better days are ahead. I am going to Miami for a few days during our intercession (two-week Fall break) now that we have moved to the year-around calendar. That will give me an opportunity for some much needed mental and physical r&r.
Thank you all for continuing to stop by. It is much appreciated.
Happy 1st Birthday to my darling son!
My sister shared this story with me:
Yesterday she took my brother and Jazmine to the grocery store. Upon approaching the deli case, she asked Jazmine if she liked hot dogs. Jazmine replied, “Yeah, I do, but not the cheap ones.”
On my birthday I got to see my lovely niece Jazmine! I was soooooo happy–it really made my day. She told me she has been waiting for me to pick her up and asked if I had a “girl” room at my house for her. She is four years-old now.
Seeing Jazmine made me recall the hair tragedy. When it first happened I was highly distraught. I mean you just don’t cut a girl’s hair! I was far more traumatized than she was! In fact when she saw her bald fade, she could not stop laughing she was so amused with her new look! Now when I retell the story I am laughing right along. Especially when I describe the absurdity of the person who tried to GLUE her ponytails back on!!! As if I wouldn’t have known something was off!
The moral of the story is what seems like the worst thing that could have ever happened today can amuse you tomorrow. Besides, hair does grow back!
Yesterday I ran into my SIL’s husband at the grocery store. I immediatedly asked about the kids and was told that they would be getting the boys in May. Apparently Eliza has been stirring up trouble from her prison cell with her own sister regarding how she is raising her kids. Fed up, the sister has decided that she’d rather not deal with Eliza, Ethan, or Evan.
This really bothered me. The kids would have been fine with me, yet they were senselessly uprooted out of spite. Doesn’t she see how this nomadic lifestyle will eventually have an adverse affect on her boys? Not to mention, my SIL is not the best candidate to rear a child. They live in a two bedroom apartment for starters and are barely getting by. Her husband has 5 kids outside of the 1 they have together, plus she has another daughter. My SIL is also half-baked, literally and figuratively speaking.
Her husband is not in favor of this and has decided that if she goes against his wishes, he will move out. With Evan’s behavioral problems, the number of kids they already have to provide for, and the fact that Eliza and her looney tune brother would never leave them in peace, I understand why he is saying no.
Remember awhile back when I wrote about a date I went on and I really liked the guy? Well, I still do. We’ve been on many outings since then. In fact, I haven’t gone out with anyone else.
Nicholas and I have met his three children as well as his extended family. Unfortumately, his ex is still holding on to the past.
Having been around the blended family block, my focus has changed. I don’t want to place my attention anywhere that it doesn’t need to be.
I think I get something now that I didn’t get then–I don’t have to worry myself about their mother considering we have no direct relationship.
Hindsight certainly is 20/20!
A while ago I posted about Ian and his pickiness during dinnertime. He made comment after comment about how he didn’t like this or that. Mealtime was a headache for me.
Fast forward to the present…
For Christmas we got Imani a pots and pans set. She is just now playing with it. So Ian decides he wants to play along with Imani. While they are doing so, I’m in the other room folding laundry listening to them play.
Here’s part of their conversation…
Imani~Brother, can you pass me the big pan?
Ian~No I’m using it for something. It’s a surprise for you.
Imani~(whining) But I want to use it Ian.
Ian~I’m making zucchini and it’s going to be soooo gooood!
I almost fell over! Zucchini was the one food Ian almost refused to eat. As I regained my composure, Ian continued telling Imani all the good food he was going to make for her.
I just smiled to myself and continued to to fold the laundry.
THEN…..Last night while I was fixing his plate Ian informed me that he did not like broccoli.
Me~Oh really? Since when? You asked for broccoli the other day.
Ian~Well that was the other day. I do not want broccoli today.
Me~Well too bad! You’re going to eat it anyway. That’s the only vegetable I fixed and vegetables make you strong.
Ian pouted all through dinner until it was time for dessert.
I also forgot to mention that he now likes to tell me what to fix HIM for dinner. I just have to laugh. Maybe he will be a famous chef one day!