The holidays are sure to bring out the interesting comments from my little angels. Enjoy! And Merry Christmas!
ME: Ivy, today is Jesus's birthday. Make sure you kneel down and say, "Happy birthday, baby Jesus!" And then say a prayer.
IVY: But Mommy, Jesus isn't a baby anymore.
ME: Well, no...
**Ivy kneels down**
IVY: Happy birthday, big old Jesus....
ME: Story, if you eat one piece of turkey, I'll give you a dollar.
**She considers**
STORY: No.
ME: Two dollars?
STORY: No.
ME: What about five dollars? That'll buy you a good toy!
**She considers again**
STORY: No, Mommy, that's chicken feet! (I think she meant chicken feed?)
IVY and STORY in car: One palm tree...two palm trees...three palm trees..
PAPPY: Why don't you guys count those palm trees to yourself?
STORY: Shucks. I can't count.
**on the plane**
ME: Okay, Ivy, we're in the air, you can let go of my hand now, I think I'll be okay.
**Ivy studies my face for a second**
IVY: No, I don't think I should let you go yet. You don't look okay.
STORY: There's McDonald's!
GRANDMA: Yes, but McDonald's is closed today.
STORY: McDonald's closed???
GRANDMA: Yes, because it's Christmas!
**Story's eyes get really big and she looks at the dark McDonald's in awe**
STORY: Wow.
**At a grilling party on the beach that we pass, some men in Santa hats give Ivy and Story candy canes. In the car, they start to open them.
ME: Hey, guys? Those are going to taste like mint! Are you sure you want to eat them?
IVY: Yes, Mommy, we like mint!
STORY: I like mint.
ME: Okay....
**ten seconds later, I hear spitting sounds behind me**
IVY: Yuck! yuck! Mommy! That's peppermint!!!
STORY: Ew, Mommy!
ME: Girls, I tried to tell you.
IVY: You didn't say it was peppermint! That's so gross!
ME: Mint? Peppermint? Get it?
IVY: Ugh.
STORY: My tongue is cold. Yucky.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The Snowday
In my line of work, there's one thing that makes the winter months bearable: The Snowday.
Often, any kind of slightly inclement weather will make the county roads slick. You can't have buses full of kids out on those slick roads. And when buses full of kids don't come to school, I have no one to teach, so I get to stay home. And it's awesome.
But, Snowdays can become a sickness. An addiction worse than any kind of drug. Okay, maybe not any kind of drug....maybe they're about halfway down the list.
On the first Snowday, there is rejoicing. Sleeping in. Usually with me, there's a feeling that I can finally accomplish those 20,000 things I never get to on the weekends. Laundry. Cleaning. Baking. Organizing cabinets. Boxing up old clothes. Cleaning the attic. Rearranging furniture. The list is endless.
So I work, the kids play, and we spend the day away. As the end of it nears, though, I start getting anxious. I mean, yeah this Snowday was nice and all, but will I have to work tomorrow? Will we have to get up early? And then my mind races.....
I didn't finish my list! The attic cleaning is only half done!! My bedroom isn't clean!!! Oh, no! I didn't clean the bathrooms! I meant to!
And then, I haven't done anything to prepare for tomorrow! Lunches, clothes picked out, bookbags packed...I'll be late! "Oh, for the love of all that is holy, call off school already!" I scream in my head.
When they do, I instantly calm. Finally, just one more day. One more day to finish everything I didn't get done today, I sigh.
However, as the end of the second day nears, I panic again. Things are still not done. I never did organize the toys in the playroom. Oh, and there are those walls that need painted.... Regardless of how many consecutive days I've missed, at the end of everyone there is an urgency to have just one more...just one more.
It's an addiction. Just like an addict who's supply is cut off, when the snow melts and it looks like I might have to work again, I go through several feelings.
First, it's denial. I mean, the roads could still be bad! Don't they see that? I still have an icy patch here...it's down the street, and about the size of a letter, but seriously!! They'll call it off, I know they will.
When they don't call it off, I get angry. What do they know! Fine! I sure hope nobody wrecks in the morning.
I also start bargaining with God. I offer Him lots of stuff if He could ensure that school would just be cancelled!!
But eventually, I do have to go back to work. It's really hard at first, especially after an extended "vacation." I do it, though, and my Snowday addiction eases........until the next storm.
My name is Tracee, and I am a Snowday-a-holic.
Often, any kind of slightly inclement weather will make the county roads slick. You can't have buses full of kids out on those slick roads. And when buses full of kids don't come to school, I have no one to teach, so I get to stay home. And it's awesome.
But, Snowdays can become a sickness. An addiction worse than any kind of drug. Okay, maybe not any kind of drug....maybe they're about halfway down the list.
On the first Snowday, there is rejoicing. Sleeping in. Usually with me, there's a feeling that I can finally accomplish those 20,000 things I never get to on the weekends. Laundry. Cleaning. Baking. Organizing cabinets. Boxing up old clothes. Cleaning the attic. Rearranging furniture. The list is endless.
So I work, the kids play, and we spend the day away. As the end of it nears, though, I start getting anxious. I mean, yeah this Snowday was nice and all, but will I have to work tomorrow? Will we have to get up early? And then my mind races.....
I didn't finish my list! The attic cleaning is only half done!! My bedroom isn't clean!!! Oh, no! I didn't clean the bathrooms! I meant to!
And then, I haven't done anything to prepare for tomorrow! Lunches, clothes picked out, bookbags packed...I'll be late! "Oh, for the love of all that is holy, call off school already!" I scream in my head.
When they do, I instantly calm. Finally, just one more day. One more day to finish everything I didn't get done today, I sigh.
However, as the end of the second day nears, I panic again. Things are still not done. I never did organize the toys in the playroom. Oh, and there are those walls that need painted.... Regardless of how many consecutive days I've missed, at the end of everyone there is an urgency to have just one more...just one more.
It's an addiction. Just like an addict who's supply is cut off, when the snow melts and it looks like I might have to work again, I go through several feelings.
First, it's denial. I mean, the roads could still be bad! Don't they see that? I still have an icy patch here...it's down the street, and about the size of a letter, but seriously!! They'll call it off, I know they will.
When they don't call it off, I get angry. What do they know! Fine! I sure hope nobody wrecks in the morning.
I also start bargaining with God. I offer Him lots of stuff if He could ensure that school would just be cancelled!!
But eventually, I do have to go back to work. It's really hard at first, especially after an extended "vacation." I do it, though, and my Snowday addiction eases........until the next storm.
My name is Tracee, and I am a Snowday-a-holic.
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