Yeah.  I have a kid.

Yeah.  I’ve had her for a while.  Over twelve years.

And in all that time, I have not hung with her for a whole summer since she was an infant.  Usually work was the reason.  As a working mom, I put her in camp programs so she could have fun.  And I could.  Um.  Work.

But this summer.  With the, um, work, being somewhat less available, I decided to take advantage of the economic downturn, hang out with my daughter, and juggle my work around her.

It could have been the other way around, but she is getting kind of big.  Almost as big as me.  So.  It has gotten difficult to juggle her.  But that’s the way things go.  Kids do that growing thing.

Luckily, I work for myself.  And when I don’t, work for myself, I work for my daughter.  She is a very good task master and kicks my butt until I do work.  She likes being my boss!  She likes when I feed her.

Actually, I just make the food.  She is capable of getting the food to her mouth by now.  That’s that growing thing I told you about.

There I go digressing again.  Back to the work thing.  Why is my daughter not here kicking my butt?  Oh, yeah.  She’s eating.  Food.  Made.  By.  Me.  I guess I’ll have to kick my own butt and get back on topic.

*Kick*

Ow.  I need to get back to yoga.  Can’t stretch the kick muscle to the sit bones.  Oh, well.  Guess I’ll just digress then.

W8! She just txtd me. Here comes my butt kicking.

“Get 2wok mom!”

“Get 2 wok?”  I texted her back. ” I just fed u, & I don’t feel like whipping up any Chinese Stir Fry @dis point in time.”

“Not wok! Work.”

Spelling is not her strong point.  But that is why on the 1111th day, God created spell check.

“I am working.  I’m blogging about you eating.”

“Oh. Dat is blog wothy”

“What’s a wothy?”

“Mom! >:\”

She h8s when I play dumb about her spelling.

Like in school.  She would have a test.  And she would bring it home with this notation:  “x_____________________ (sing here)

So I would take her test paper and sing to it.

She h8d that.  And would erase sing and write sign.  So then I would sign.  What fun was that?

So she is in here now with her kick feet ready.  I guess we better go out and market Slique with her.  She is a gr8 marketer.  And I will blog wothy about our adventures another time.

…Here is Zill making faces at my blogwothy effots

:~P  ^_^

“MOM!  >:\”

Fun your Way out of the Box!

blog worthy · digress · preteen · spell check · summer vacation · texting

How did the last day of school become such a HOLIDAY?

Does the world stop on the last day of school?  It’s almost like we should have a parade or something.  Or blow up fireworks.  Or even the neighborhood.

Instead of being that destructive, I thought I would explode a kettle.

Toasted kettle

Or kind of burn it a little.  I mean.  Winter is over.  Who needs tea?

Or we could get tattoos.

Attractive Tattoo Artwork

Or we could make food art.

Bee-yoo-tee-ful Tomato

OMG!  Today.  Is.  The First Day.  Of Freedom!  The opportunities are endless!  Let’s conquer them now!

Fun Your Way out 0f the Box and into Summer!

freedom · last day of school · summer vacation