I am going to preface this by saying that I don’t think any child under the age of 9 should be allowed to enter a science fair, can you hear the sarcasm in my words. I have spent the greater half of my weekend averting a total meltdown with my 8 year old while trying to get her science fair project complete. I am not sure who was more frustrated her or me. Personally I am a bit lazy when it comes to extending myself to activities outside school time. I feel that I am overextended as it is with dance, gymnastics, Daisys, Brownies and the miscellaneous appointments and homework projects on a weekly basis. I am just astounded with the parents who work full time and run the PTO in their free time. Thank goodness for them, but I am just not that multi talented.
My daughter has been hot on being part of the Science Fair at her school since kindergarten. I really am not sure what the drive is, but I was really dreading the day we had to enter it. The notice finally came, about 3 pages long with all the details of this glorious event. Now what… we had to come up with a plan. We tried the ” why don’t we use this year to check it out” line and ” I think this would be better saved for third grade” and ” I dont know if we have time with dance team”. No matter my excuse, my daughter has visions of science ribbons in her head. » Read more..
St. Patrick’s Day Ideas. Tutorial for making the trap, courtesy of The Crafting Chicks. This is such an adorable idea for the kids. I know mine cant wait to make this masterpiece. Lets see how sneaky that little Leprechaun can be.
Somedays I really feel that I am moving against the tide and even though I have a very long list of “to do’s” I somehow just don’t get there. I decided to do an experiement to figure out where things go wrong and how in the course of three hours I only get one load of laundry done. These are the activities in the course of a general morning:
Wake up and get the kids out of bed.
Oldest one is crying that she doesn’t have any jeans, I head to the basement to get them. On my way to the basement I notice that glasses from last night didn’t make it into the dishwasher. So I load those up. I also notice that the counter is dirty and windex that. I also run out of paper towel. To get the paper towel I head to the basement, grab the paper towel and head back up stairs. I hear my oldest yelling for her jeans.. Ahhh! how did I forget them, back to the basement I go. Return upstairs to get the kids dressed. Brush teeth, comb hair, socks, clothes on, all these commands are repeated about 4 times faithfully. Sprinkle in a few conflicts of shes being a mean sister and we head downstairs for breakfast. » Read more..
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