Why Yes…Those are Pigs Flying!

 






This week has been one of those weeks. It seemed that all of the volunteer work that I had signed up for at my kids school had to be done this week – and this week alone.  In addition, I am also working on Kid 2’s upcoming birthday party.  Translation = scour the area for some really cool creative never before seen party favor that is also budget friendly.  Add in Spring Break next week, and while I am looking forward to missing the morning rush, I have been scrambling to get organized before I have to drag them on errands with me.  Taking them places under duress stresses me out and makes me forget what I went to the store for in the first place.  I am not writing all this to get the sympathy card. I am well aware that there are MANY more of you with way more on your plate that somehow manage to get it all done. I just wanted to give some background as to why it seems I may have lost my marbles this week.  Additional translation = I may be rambling a bit in this week’s blog.

If you have been reading this blog you know that Ladybug, first born is both literal and cerebral. She asks A LOT of questions, which can sometimes be exhausting, but is usually quite interesting.  She engages adults at her school in a variety of topics, and because she doesn’t stop talking they find themselves backed into a corner of helping her to find out EVERYTHING about said topic.  Thank goodness these educators are both patient and well mannered.  Some of them even find her endearing (or so they tell me).

At the start of the school year Ladybug had my family speaking only in Spanish at dinner. She loves her Spanish teacher and had become inspired.  This went along well until she told me something that I needed to know about school which I totally didn’t understand but had shaken my head in a reaffirming loving manner and then didn’t show up at school the following Wednesday.  Speaking Spanish at dinner left me feeling like a fish out of water (red herring alert – the idioms will arrive shortly!).

After Spanish she decided that we should move on to French.  Being from Canada you might assume I know French.  You would be wrong in your assumption.  While it is true that I studied it for many years, my skills unfortunately are lacking.  This was good for a while but she eventually got frustrated when our regular babysitter was unable to support her quest for knowledge.  Ahhhh back to our mother tongue.

This week that ferocious first grader is learning about idioms. As I love to write, I figured this to be a stroke of good luck. I thought it would be a breath of fresh air, but dinner this week has had me questioning if idioms were really the cats meow. If she doesn’t stop soon, I may give her a piece of my mind. For example why do we refer to animals so often –  its raining cats and dogs, hungry as a horse, butterflies in my stomach.  We also talked a lot about her brother’s upcoming Kindergarten Show.  He really had to put his nose to the grindstone and of course we all told him to break a leg.  I could go on for a long time, but I don’t want to add fuel to the fire because I find this game to be a piece of cake. So now that the cats out of the bag please stop me (and Ladybug) by firmly telling us that the jig is up!

xo mom on the run.