There’s gratitude here… just no energy to write it. I owe you one. Or a million. Put it on my tab.
Blogging from my phone in bed. Almost forgot and was working on convincing myself. It’s cold tonight. A chilly 26 degrees last I checked. Plus an early morning to get that turkey in.
I hope your day of thanks is full and warm.
This is me writing from beyond the dream world, transcending all of that to blog as my body lies prone and exhausted on the bed sleeping and unaware.
Look, ma! No hands! Weeeeeeeee!!!
We went to parent-teacher conferences this afternoon. Getting there on time was a harried experience of trying to finish work, getting dressed in a manner of nanoseconds and then heading out the door.
Both of them are doing really well in school. Kalina managed to get the “best grades”, per her teacher, in the entire class for her personal management. This is when the teacher shocked us when she told us how responsible and helpful and appropriate Kalina acted all the time and how much of a delight she is.
I agree. She is a delight. But she’s also REALLY bossy and gets really upset when people don’t do what she tells them. The way that translates in school was not how I envisioned it going. So when the teacher said, “You’re doing something right! Good job, mom and dad!” We just kind of looked at each other bewildered. And then we heaped profuse praise upon her person after the meeting.
AJ’s report card held all satisfactory or above with one exception, and that exception was not a shock. If anyone knows Jason and his serial killer scrawl, then it’s no surprise that AJ needs to work on his own handwriting. Though, in the interest of full disclosure, AJ’s hand is about a billion times more legible than Jason’s.
What surprised us with AJ were his math grades. Every night they have math homework along with math flashcards, and every night when we’re sitting together doing his homework, he experiences a great deal of frustration over the process, over how much he hates it and how much he feels like he’s just not getting it. But he earned himself a grade that demonstrates he’s a little ahead of the curve on it. His test scores indicate that he’s doing just fine, which tells me that he must really hate math or he’s just really, really hard on himself and expects to just get it right away without being challenged. I tend to think it’s more of the latter rather than the former.
Anyway, it’s always so interesting to hear what other people think about your kids and how well they’re doing. I think they’re smart and bright and articulate, but I fully acknowledge that I’m biased and will kick you in the knees if you tell me differently.
Luckily for both of their teachers they agreed with me, dontcha think?
… know how I can get a weekend break for my weekend?