Saturday, October 28, 2017

Hallowed

Son#1 had his first school dance last night.
We decked him out with fake blood, fake stitches and a cheapo children's chainsaw.
He was still sleeping when Son#3 and I left for swimming lessons.


I've spent my week studying science philosophy for social sciences and of course, working and avoiding my colleagues.
I've never worked in such a team of mean and unthinking people.
The stupid/mean combination is lethal.
Kindness!!!!
Above everything!!!!
I won't be staying there for long, methinks.
One reflects one's environment after a while, and I miss intelligent, THINKING colleagues that I had at the university.
Oh well.

A quiet weekend lies ahead.
Looking for kids' winter clothes in the attic.
Work preparation.
Cleaning the house.
And perhaps to a museum in Dordrecht where the Netherlands was declared a country.

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Saturday, October 21, 2017

Ground Control to Major Tom

We've had a strange autumn break.
The husband and I went to Maastricht and Aachen on Saturday and Sunday (the boys were dropped off at the in-laws').
On Monday an emotional funeral for the husband's uncle, who passed away due to a brain tumour.
The boys' behaviour was exemplary.

The rest of the week was spent trying to clean the mess after our cleaning lady failed to show up - again.
She has problems, but hell, so do I.

Things #1 and #2 have been butting heads and various other limbs all week.

Today was Son#3's swimming lesson during which I get to spend a blissful hour studying every week.

Then groceries and the husband took the boys down to the little beach with pond we recently discovered, about 5 minutes from home.

They took the metal detector with and 'found' some coins (which the husband had scattered).



Son#2's friend was there too, swimming, in this cold.
Of course, the temptation to get wet far outweighed Son#2's sensibilities.
Live a little.
Right?



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Friday, October 13, 2017

Still here

All has been quiet on the Western front.
My not-so-new-anymore job at the vocational college is still going strong, but working 4 days a week with 3 mad children, Midlife Crisis Man and some vague autoimmune disease kind of sucks the life juices out of you.

Healthwise, nothing much has changed.
Son#1 has started high school and puberty, we fight often and chaotically.
If I have to spend another 5 years forcing him to do his homework, I may not survive...

Winter is well on its way and this adjustment period with my new job/life away from the varsity seems like summer has been swallowed and digested - a looooong time ago already.


The husband has started a new job and he, like me, is slightly autistic and change scares the bejesus out of us.
But, like Meryl Streep told students at Barnard: There is no normal, only change.

Only change.


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Saturday, February 25, 2017

Holiday

Hallelujah, it's time for a break, albeit for a week.
We started off with a bang and bruise.
Son#3 got smacked with a stick (by accident) in gym class, and sports a gorgeous blue shiner.


We went to a pancake restaurant last night where Son#2 flapped his right foot inwards, spraining his ankle spectacularly.
He and I were in hospital until midnight last night.

Then the morning started off well until Son#3, out of the blue, vomited all over the comforter on my bed, and over my bedroom floor.
Sometimes it just sucks being an adult (I said to myself whilst scraping vomit out of the grooves between the floorboards).

Oh well.
At least we don't have to go anywhere.


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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

I'm just letting off steam

The new job has been 'interesting'.
I'll be honest.
This is not some Michelle Pfeiffer movie where the pretty and tenacious teacher blows new educational life into deprived youths.
It didn't 'gel' with 3 of the 8 groups.

The director is a weak and egotistical man.
I told him that no, I will not be teaching said 3 classes (life's too short), but here we are now, 1 week later and I seem to be teaching 2 of the 3 again.

Meanwhile the husband is in a deep depression.

Son#2 was beaten with sticks by FIVE classmates (he managed to bite one of the little bastards), and has been recalcitrant and defiant ever since.

I, of course, complained to the highest echelons of our village school.

Son#3 is on multiple pairs of pants a day again.


Son#1 has been tested for IQ and whatnot.
He is very, VERY gifted but with a serious attention deficit disorder.
His teacher is reluctant to send him to a higher level school, going against the advice of the developmental specialist's findings.

Tomorrow it is work in the morning, Son#1's orthopedic surgeon and then his therapist in the afternoon.
The husband is going to a family birthday party with my in-laws (I wasn't invited) and my father-in-law is slowly losing his marbles.

Life in our nut house/shell.

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Monday, February 13, 2017

True Story


I survived the first day of lessons at my new job.
I feel like getting an 'I-made-it!!' tattoo on my forehead.
8 hours of solid teaching, and I came home and sat on the stairs until the husband fetched my slippers.
This is self-flaggelation but I need to know (after nearly 4 years of uselessness) what I am capable of.

What was that?
Curiosity killed the cat?


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Sunday, February 12, 2017

Like a Rhinestone Cowboy

I woke up with terrible pain in my left foot (utterly Daniel Day-Lewis, don't you think?) and left leg.

Eventually Son#3 and I hobbled to the hospital, thinking it must be a lung embolism waiting to happen.
Life isn't that exciting (thank goodness), and it turned out to be a boring-but-painful heel spur.
Yes, compadres.
I have a spur.
How much more Cowboy can one get?

The weekend was fine-ish.
Son#2 got a toolbox with tools that now sleeps next to his bed plus a metal detector for his birthday.


Happy birthday Bucky!
What a long time 9 years is (and what a different person I am now).

We are looking for a house exchange in Canada for the summer, if ticket prices can stay on the low side.

The husband was in a funk for most of the day and so was Son#1.
I applied for jobs closer to home, cleaned the house and cooked my lunches for the coming week, all on one foot. 

It will be a busy week.


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Thursday, February 9, 2017

Our Week So Far






Son#2 will be 9 on Saturday!
It's been a rough and tumble week with work, tummy bugs, the flu and a birthday party in the mix.

Come on, Weekend.
We need you.


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