The Saga Continues….

My daughter has a friend…who is a boy. They have regular play dates each week. This makes me happy and fucking scared at the same time. If this continues through high school and college, I may have already met my future son-in-law. But hey, there could be worse prospects for this position.

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The End Of The Apocalypse!!!

Hark! The After School Program Apocalypse is finally over!!! No more asking friends to watch my kids after school or, my boss’s favorite part, no more having them come to work with me!!! A truly joyous day! To celebrate I wrote a bus note, naturally.

“Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who shall not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart, echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!” (Les Miserables)

This is what I woke up singing this morning because the after school program is back on! *does the running man and high fives all the other parents* I will no longer feel bad for my poor unsuspecting friends who have to deal with the insatiable fighting intense diversity between my two urchins children. I will now stand tall with my proud mom flag flying, on my pedestal of glee, and announce:

“I hereby declare the after school apocalypse to be over!  Let it be known that from this day forward, Theo and Pheobe will joyfully delight Kate and Ella in the Camp Coniston After School Program! Where they take out their homework frustrations on someone other than myself, and be thoroughly and utterly  exhausted upon pickup! Hip, hip, hooray!”

On a side note, I said if all went well over the weekend, there would be pictures. So here is Theo in a bow tie. Please don’t tell him I showed you, or he may never speak to me again.

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Thank you, Brandi (aka: Mom)

Cheese Mustache and the World of Make Believe

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A note from last week.

“Being a girl is difficult. Being a girl in a boy dominated grade school is down right maddening at times. Despite being part of the minority, Pheobe continues to push forward in her world of unicorns and rainbows. Today she will subject “Cheese Mustache” and her brother to this glittery world of make believe at “Cheese’s: house. Thank you, Brandi (aka Mom)”

We May Never Be Heard From Again

My sister is getting married this weekend, and has asked the kids to be in her wedding. Because the wedding is in Uniontown, PA, we are splitting up the drive and leaving 2 days beforehand. This means I have to take the kids out of school early. This also means another bus note. Each one has its own tweak for personalization, naturally.

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