Fall Break : An Added Holiday for Parental Torture

I don’t remember getting “Fall Break” as a kid in school. Spring Break, sure, in addition to the Christmas and Thanksgiving Holidays and the big ole 2.5 month Summer Vacation, but never a FALL Break. I guess someone with OCD issues ((I can say that because I’m diagnosed OCD) felt that the school calendar was lopsided and that SOMETHING must be DONE to remedy it. Voila! Fall Break was born, and is serving as a way to force my kids back into my daily schedule just when I was getting in a rhythm of them being gone.

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Parenting Strategy: Hunting

If you have a mercurial, dramatic child like my second-oldest son, you know that at times they do their best to make a situation all about themselves and their comfort or the lack thereof. When he went bird hunting with my husband last week, his weird little nature came out. Although it was neraly impossible to be or get lost where they were hunting, he kept hanging back in the treeline, whining and saying he was lost and couldn’t walk any farther. Had I been there, this is what I would have said to him: Variations of this Parenting Strategy have been used elsewhere on him in the past and worked every time. It’s a proven science to get a kid like him moving, or at least inspire them to get better at orienteering. Unless you have a stubborn, obstinate kid like my oldest who couldn’t care less if a coyote came up. He’d probably want to try to wrestle it, but that’s another story for another day.

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My Thoughts on Teacher Inservice Days

I know teachers are some of the hardest working people that exist, and I’m in awe of them. I realize that they have an endless amount of work to do both inside and outside the classroom, and that teacher inservice days are necessary. Truly. That way they can attempt to tackle the ridiculous amount of grading and lesson planning that hound them at every waking hour. But being that my kids have been back in school for two months now, my tolerance for the insane crap they pull all day long is low. It’s like being allowed to think in peace and quiet and pee alone for five days out of the week for a few weeks has made me soft. My summertime self would LAUGH at my current level of being able to handle them and roll with the flow of four simultaneous conversations and backseat shrieking. I have visions of the teachers laughing and chatting and sipping martinis in the library while I’m playing referee to hyenas, even though I know that’s not the reality of the situation. So, until tomorrow when they go back, I have yoga class at the YMCA (while they go to childwatch) and…

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