word search Wednesdays


What kind of mother would let their kid do his word search spelling/vocabulary homework without offering help?

This kid’s mama!

Some people can look at the jumble of letters in a word search puzzle and see all the words.

:::waving:::

And some people just see nothing but a jumble of letters all mashed together.

Daniel, wave hello.

It’s okay. Except the boy hates Word Search Wednesday. He hates it especially when no one else is around to help like any of his sisters or his dad or even Zelda because he is then forcedforced, I tell you, to check line by line, letter by letter to find the ten words that he is searching for.

Madness! Absolute madness!

It’s unbelievable how long it takes him to complete this homework assignment every Wednesday.

And then his dad walks into The Big Top coming home from work, hugs the boy hello and points at his paper at the very last word that Daniel has been painfully searching for for the last seven minutes.

Well at least he found the other nine all on his own.

 

masterbuilder training


“With proper training…”

(and a little help from Zelda) …you could become a great MasterBuilder.”

Just remember who it was who helped you with that word search homework.

Yeah.

I know it sounds like a cat poster but it’s true. Just look at all that you have done when you believe that you are special.

Lego building and The Lego Movie, just a small part of our summer vacation where everything is awesome!

cat lady guilt


It’s kind of like Mommy-guilt expect perhaps not as knife-in-the-heart like when your little one calls you while you are at work or out of town and cries, “When are you coming home, Mommy? I miss you so, so much!“. But that’s only because cats can’t use the phone…or perhaps they want you to think that they can’t use the phone…and your darling husband isn’t going to call you to let you know that the cat misses you. Still you know you are sliding even more quickly into that old cat lady status when shit like this happens…

Noooo!!!! You’re putting those suitcases and bags and dancer stuff into your car! You’re going away again, aren’t you?! You’re leaving me again, aren’t you?! Why???!!! Take me too, please!!! Don’t leave me here!!!!

Bill tells me Zelda is so lost and stressed and needy every time I leave for a night shift or a dance competition weekend.

Clearly I have no soul because I left her like this.

Worst.

Cat.

Lady.

Ever.

Perhaps I will bring her back some dance mom bling. She LOVES pony tail holders.

it’s hard out there for a cat


Oh enough with this mawkish talk of punctuation! You want to talk about a hard life. Let’s talk about a hard life.

It’s an exhausting life!

Spending your day curled up sleeping in someone’s bed.

Stretching and yawning…then going back to sleep.

You need that nap because soon enough you need to get up and play in a sink full of water because…WATER!

You can’t even begin to know how exhausting that five minutes of play can be.

Zzzz…

She meows in her sleep. No, really. She does.

And then she wakes up, stretches. Jumps up onto my desk to get into my face and say, “My food bowl is half empty.”

It’s hard out there for a cat.

 

 

homework help


Sometimes, when you find yourself stuck, you’ll take any help that you can get.

Word searches can be hard. I mean you can be staring and staring and not see that last word on the list even though it is literally right in front of you by the tip of your pencil. Sometimes a fresh pair of eyes helps.

I see a word…right here. Do you see it?

Glad I could help.