March 26, 2013 in Kidlet & Me
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If you’ve been holding your breathe for the weekend, you can slowly let it out as we are a few hours away from it.
Weekly DUF’s (even though it’s been about 2 weeks since my last DUF’S confession)
I need an electrical compliance certificate for our body corporate for insurance and the electrician is giving me the run about. Cancelled the meeting at the last minute and now can’t commit to a new time. He’s wasting my time.
A friend has been diagnosed with Breast cancer this week is taking the journey I’ve taken. It’s bringing up many emotions for me, not all bad. I’m just feeling really sad that she has to go through this treatment. I’ve no doubt she will be fine. She is a survivor. I just wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
I’ve survived a week of first term grade 7 assessments? Well 6 days of them to be exact.
Got some awesome compliments this week. Who doesn’t love a good compliment?
Got some pretty tops at the Woolies sale for Tash and me. Happy retail therapy.
4 giggling girls sleeping over tonight. Maybe I should be scared?
Seeing mom on Sunday for yummy lunch
The title of this post were the first words out of Tash’s mouth when I collected her from school.
Of course, it’s tough to capture her actual tone here but it was that tone that us parents know means ‘I really want something.’ You know it right?
She started to unfold a piece of paper and my first thought was ‘Oh no! A concern letter from the Vice Principal.’
“Wait! First tell me how your assessments went?”
“They were fine. Easy.” She smiled and I caught a mischievous glint in her eye as I stopped at an intersection.
Sjoe, I thought. Not a concern letter then. I mentally relaxed. Here’s what was on the paper and the reason for the impish behaviour.
My mom is great
My mom is kind
She’s the one
Always on my mind.
She loves me to bits
I say I love her more
But she says it back
And we start a love war.
She’s the best of the rest
She’s always takes care of
Me when I am sick
And when I have ice-cream
I let her have a lick.
So I made this poem
Especially for her
My question is
May we go to Spur?
If it weren’t for assessment week I reckon I would have succumbed to that cleverly worded request.