I am not good at writing regularly on this thing. For one, although the stats bar claims people are reading this, I’m not sure who they are or why they are interested in the contents of my brain. Who are you–doot doot, doot doo?
For two, I’m lazy.
It’s mostly number 2, I guess.
It’s been a challenging week. There are mean girls at school and sometimes the kids just can’t work it out themselves, especially when it’s escalating. So I was that mom, talking to the teacher and asking for more supervision. Or maybe demanding it. I’m not sure how that was perceived.
And sometimes, as Selam says, “It’s hard to go to school when you’re a little girl.” So I’ve done my share of fussing this week, over the things that are hard about going to school when you’re a little girl.
We have a weekend chock-a-block full of activity to attend to. On Saturday, there are 3 back-to-back birthday parties in 3 different towns. Two are for children and one is for the Girl Scouts’ 100th birthday. All three will involve cake. At nine p.m. I will attempt to scrape my over-stimulated and over sugared daughter off of the ceiling of a college basketball arena (they are going to watch a ball game after birthday party number 3).
Hope your weekend involves lots of cake, too!