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#sol19 March 11 A Slice of a Walk (or, “Poop happens”)

Slice of LIfePart of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge!
I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

 

The walk. 

The day felt almost like spring, with the sun shining and the snow melting. We are on a little bit of a spring break detox (too much time in the car, not enough time moving our bodies, too many car snacks…) so we all need some extra exercise.  It was light out still, thanks to daylight savings.

So, I took a chance. I stopped trying to figure out what to write,  leashed Finnegan, packed dog treats, and a snack for H, and I walked to school to pick him up from drama. Hoping, that there was no drama about my springing a cold 25 minute walk home on my son who had already had a full daylight savings Monday back from spring break — school and drama practice.

Of course, the dog pooped a block from home, at which point I realized I only had one bag. I cleaned it up, because that’s what you do, people. And, I clipped the bag of poop to the leash, on the little clip that Mr. Thought has thoughtfully engineered so you don’t have to carry a bag of poop in your hands. It’s a great system, but sometimes I get annoyed at the bag swaying and the little creaking noise the clip makes.

IMG_0973I kept walking, a little in a rush because good ol’ Finny isn’t what you might call a great leash walker. (We are working on it!)

About a block from school, I remembered that I had seen an email from H’s teacher saying something about a sprained ankle. So, I tried to think of what we would do if I got to him and he actually couldn’t walk home. Who could I call to help? He could stay at school, and I’ll rush home and get the van and then pick him up. I could call my friends and see if any of them are still at school. I could wait with him at school for an hour and a half until Mr. Thought comes home. . .

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I got to the top of the hill, and hoped he’d get my text to know where to meet me. I had to keep Finn entertained, because he thinks every person who walks by him should be his new best friend.

When H walked out of school with his backpack and his chrome book binder bag, I didn’t notice a limp. A little hope flittered around me.

“I took a chance…” I said. “We are walking home. I’ll carry your bag!”

His eyes were wide. “I brought everything home with me today!” He said, and I cringed a little.

I smiled, and explained that I had thought we could both get a little exercise.

“I love it!” he said, as he handed me my bag.

“Wanna hold the poop?” I asked him, tired of it swaying back and forth on the leash.

He agreed to run it over to the trash can.

I handed it to him, and noticed it had somehow leaked on my hand.

BLECH AGH. . . what are the words that can fully describe this?

“Get some snow!” H yelled. “Wipe it in the dirt!”

As I stuck my hand in the freezing pile of snow, I looked down and noticed that every sway of that poop bag had left a little smear on my pants.

H ran back from the trash can. “That can is full of poopy bags,” he said, “all different colors of poopy bags. Did you get it off in the snow?”

I told him I had, but that it was all over my pants.

“That’s probably just mud, because that’s on your jacket too.”

Nope. Not mud.

Not. Mud.

It was gross, but we had to walk home. H took off his jacket, because he’s 12, and it was over 20 degrees. He explained that it was light out, and daylight savings makes it seem like spring.  The sun was still out as we made our way home.

“I am so. So. So. Sorry about that poop.” Mr Thought texted me after I told him the story.

But, It wasn’t his fault, and as I told him, “Now I have a slice!”

There must be a moral to this story…

Sometimes in life, poop happens… but a walk home on a cold and sunny Monday evening with your son will always be worth it. 

or…

Sometimes in life, poop happens, but then you have a story. 

 

 

 

 

 

#sol19 March 9 A slice of Olive Garden

Slice of LIfePart of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

 

I’m travel-tired and waiting in the crowded Olive Garden lobby. They said a half an hour, but It’s been almost an hour. The kids keep passing the buzzer around, hoping that someone will be the lucky one to make it buzz.

I wish I had my notebook, but I don’t. So, I’ll have to write in my head.

I wonder if it would be mean for me to mention that it looks like I’ve gone back in time. It seems a little like 1990 here.

I also wonder… why do I have so many Olive Garden memories? That seems odd.

But, while I’m waiting, I remember…

… I was 15 or so, and I was allowed to take a few friends out to Olive Garden for my birthday. We must have been dropped off. Did my parents give me $60? 

… Sometime after college when they were building the new Olive Garden in my hometown — we were so excited that one was finally opening. 

… In-service days with the incredible-elusive-to-teachers-lunch-out! Unlimited salad,  breadsticks, and laughter — and a few mints before heading back to the next 3 hours of work. 

…Meeting a friend for lunch, with my 8-month-old daughter.  She sat chewing on a breadstick, while I talked to my newly pregnant friend. I looked over and my baby was choking on that breadstick. Thankfully, she was okay. I frowned and said, “Welcome to motherhood?”

…Going out to dinner with my mother-in-law. She would order the salad dressing on the side and then use her fork and knife to toss the bowl for all of us. We laughed and grimaced at the rudeness. Now I order the dressing on the side and miss my mother-in-law who isn’t with us anymore. 

And we are up. Off to the table. Now I guess I can add “Late, long wait, dinner in Indiana with Granny and Bop” on my list of Olive Garden memories.

 

#sol19 March 8 Slices of Iowa Shopping

Slice of LIfePart of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

The Art Store. . . 

There were these amazing postcards on clearance – 25 cents for each letter, instead of $2.75 each. So we found #findthejoy right as my parents were ready to go.

“I’m done, I’m done!” I told them with my nod and my eyebrow raising.

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“I’m going to need a manager override for these postcards.” The man behind the counter said.

And then he made a phone call.

And then he made an announcement.

And then he went and found the manager.

“We are going to have to do each of these separately since they are all different letters.” They decided. So we all watched as they slowly went through the cards. He scanned, she put her code in, she overrode the system and made it 25 cents, he piled the cards and took the next one to scan.

About halfway through he looked up at me, “I hope you weren’t in a hurry!”

“Just a mini one,” I said, and I snapped a picture as they finished up. IMG_0821

“This way, ” I told my kids, “I can #findthejoy and my slice all at once!”

Lunch

Later we went to lunch, and wondered… were the 9-year-old’s pancakes big enough?

 

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The Bookstore

If I can go to an independent bookstore when I’m traveling, I’m a happy camper. Well, we are staying at an Airbnb… but you know what I mean.

I found a book with almost my name. I started to read it, found out the Duck named Oona is a very slow runner, laughed and then had to take my child up to the bathroom. I’ll never know what happened to poor slow, waddling Oona!

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Upstairs, there were a few books I wanted…

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But I agreed to buy road map atlas of National Parks to share, and a little button about loving reading. (I say it like it was a compromise, but it is a cool atlas, and the button is for me.)

The Comic Shop

On our second stop into the comic store, H wanted to buy 20 Garbage Pail Cards for $5.00.

“5 dollars? For Garbage Pail Kids?” I whined. (Yes, I was on to the whining stage.)
The clerk took the cards, counted them and said, “How about $4.00?”

I told him he was my new favorite person, and we left.

 

 

 

 

 

#sol19 March 7 A Slice from Indiana

Slice of LIfePart of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

460 miles or so of driving yesterday, made possible by
Starbucks soy mocha, light on the mocha pumps but I should have gotten an extra shot of caffeine
I did have hot cinnomon spice tea
a few jellybeans
okay, more than a few

And thank you Lin Manuel Miranda - for Hamilton
I don't even mind the cursing
becuase we can (and do) all sing along
which makes siblings stop bickering for a bit
and miles pass a little more quickly

And don't forget Percy Jackson
on Audible (I've been telling my kids they would like that book for years!)
Because those last few hours were tough
Even after we stopped at starbucks again
for a tall coffee, splash of almond milk and stevia

460 miles or so of driving yesterday, 
and 320 or so to go
5 hours, google says
I wonder if we can finish Percy Jackson
before we get to Iowa

 

#sol19 March 6 A Slice of Rainbow Dreams…

Slice of LIfePart of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

I was about to get myself some vegan pineapple whip at the Sweet Frog, when I overheard my son at the counter.

“Can I have 10 taster cups, please?”

My mom radar went up and I walked over, making sure everyone knew this was not a sanctioned request.

“Um…” I said, shaking my head.

But the young lady behind the counter had already handed him a stack.

“I’m just going to do the thing with all the flavors in a cup.” H told me.

And then decided to be supportive of his creativity instead of annoyed.

lzENbVG6TiqfHkLWSwUAsQ_thumb_20“Well, get a bigger cup then, to fit all those in.” I told him. “And, you’ll have to do it slowly and not get mad if it gets messed up…” I tried to warn him to make sure this didn’t turn into a perfectionist’s nightmare of overflowing froyo.

HWDCwklESkOi7K%h69l+pQ_thumb_21I shouldn’t have worried though, he wasn’t really listening to my warning, but I watched him carefully and meticulously get  8 taster size cups full of different flavors, trying to make a rainbow. There was no purple, but luckily there was a pink and blue you could mix together.

This was going a little slower than I thought it would… so as I gave him the spoon he needed to mix his purple, I said, “I can’t wait until you thank me when you are a grown-up.” He just rolled his eyes.

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I watched him move to the toppings bar, and thoughtfully choose a matching topping for each cup. “Definitely a kiwi. Maybe a Hershey Kiss. Oh, this would look good. Maybe a complimentary color.”

He placed his on the scale, and I took a picture. Then he realized he should add a matching sauce to each. Again, there was no purple — so he had to use white fudge a lot more than he originally wanted.

“Now can I take a picture?” I asked. And I looked at the young lady ringing us up. “Do you, uh, get a lot of people doing this?”

She just shook her head, eyes wide. “No. I never…”

We walked out, my daughter and I with our regular old sorbet with toppings strewn about and my son with his perfectly arranged, color-coded, rainbow taste test creation.

“It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do.” He said.

And that, my friends, is how you make spring break dreams come true. IMG_0748

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At home, he displays it properly for a photo. “Use this one for your slice.”

 

 

 

#sol19 March 5 Last day in D.C.

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After we had eaten more than our fair share of Speculoos spread  for brunch, my son bought a very small leaf blower.

“Wouldn’t it be funny,” he joked with Mr. Thought, “if I offered to leaf blow the neighbors’ yards. They would be like ‘Let me pay you.’ I’d say, ‘No, no. I’m doing this as a community service.’ Then I’d pull this out.”

Outside he bent down to clear the sidewalks of Georgetown without a care in the world about people passing by.

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We stopped to look in the windows of The Kitten Lounge, wishing we had an appointment and money to spare for such a thing.

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“We can’t spend $75 for us all to go in and cuddle with kittens for 15 minutes, even if it goes to a good cause.” We told the kids.

“Well, daddy doesn’t need to go in, and I don’t need to go in. I have my leaf blower.” H said — and he leaned down to do a little more sidewalk cleaning.

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Disappointing the kids (and me to be honest), we left the kitten lounge window, with dreams of opening our own one day.

“Maybe when I retire,” I said. “It can be my new retirement dream.”

“So, when I’m already out of the house? Gone? Can we do more than dream ever?” My teenager said. (Or something like that, I don’t know her exact words as she was busy walking away from me. Mad, since I wasn’t ready to immediately open a Kitten Lounge.)

%jAq1cWISLKtlflkDF%dDA_thumb_1f.jpgLuckily, there was a Lush down the street, and that cheered everyone up. I didn’t know the boys would enjoy that store so much, but they did — each picking out something for their hair, and watching a demonstration of an amazing rainbow bath bomb. I’m glad nobody noticed that we spent the money we didn’t have for the Kitten Lounge buying hair products, face wash and a body wash bar…

Back at the hotel, we asked for our bags and our car, and fought a little about where the mini leaf blower should be while we waited. L was embarrassed that H still had the leaf blower in his hands. She was worried people would think it was a weapon, and didn’t even want him to put it in his pocket. Since it just looked like a leaf blower, but very small, I wasn’t so worried.

My youngest came out of the fancy hotel bathroom and said, “I didn’t know where to put the towel, so I just rolled it back up.” I didn’t understand what he was talking about until I went in the bathroom. IMG_0727.JPG

(Don’t worry, I put his in the little used towel basket.)

Then we got out of the city, and got to listen to the sound of the mini leaf blower while we drove home in the packed Prius.

“I’m saying something very important!” H told us, with the leaf blower pointed into his mouth.

And then, turning it off he said, “My mouth is very, very dry.”

 

 

 

#sol19 March 4: Vacation, Fortunately, Unfortunately

Slice of LIfePart of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

Walking 2.6 miles with 3 kids wasn’t super fun. But we handled it okay until the freezing rain started. But we knew we weren’t going to be able to walk all the way back because, by the time we were ready to go, the rain was heavier. 

Fortunately, the museum helpdesk guy was super helpful with directions to the nearest metro.
Unfortunately, everyone was hungry.
Fortunately, there was an ice cream truck that sold soft pretzels right outside.
Unfortunately, they were “$3.00”
Fortunately, the kids agreed to share one.
Unfortunately, when we told the man we wanted one, he said “One? They are $4.00”
Fortunately, it had been a long day and I just said “Hey!” because I thought he was joking, so he sold it to us for $3.00.
Unfortunately, the kids were ravenous and sharing wasn’t as fair as it could have been.

Fortunately, it was raining so hard that everyone just forgot about the pretzel and worked on trying to find the metro station.
Unfortunately, only one of us had our metro card from our last trip, so we had to buy 4 more.
Fortunately, we were able to get one of the machines to finally work.
Unfortunately, our favorite station manager from last year wasn’t there to help us find our way.
Fortunately, we figured out which train to board as it was pulling up.
Unfortunately, my phone was dying as we reached our destination and we still didn’t know where to have dinner.
Fortunately, Whole Foods was a dry place to sit and try to figure it out.
Unfortunately, everyone was hangry by then.

Fortunately, we found an Italian place just 4 minutes away and they happened to keep refilling our fresh rolls.
Unfortunately, that means I ate a lot of bread.
Fortunately, there was an ice cream & cookie place across the way.
Unfortunately, they had vegan chocolate chip cookies so I had one.
Fortunately, there was ice cream for the boys
Unfortunately, the woman asked, “Do you want one cookie or two for your ice cream, and H said “Two.”
Fortunately, the kids watched as she put two giant cookies in a box, and then piled about 5 scoops of ice cream in there.
Unfortunately,  not even ice-cream-loving H could eat that humongous ice cream sandwich.
Fortunately, it was still fun to watch.
Unfortunately, even though the top cookie cracked as she closed the lid so she gave H an extra cookie. . . we knew we were wasting money.
Fortunately, the woman asked “Oh, is this your first time here?” which made us all laugh.

Unfortunately, we still had to walk back in the pouring rain.
Fortunately, we had a nice, warm, clean fancy hotel room to go back to.
Unfortunately, kids like to watch TV and stay up late in hotel rooms.
Fortunately, that’s fine by me (sometimes).
Finally, we went to sleep.

 

#sol19 March 3: A slice of a fancy hotel

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This hotel is a little fancy. I mean, thank you hotwire… but it is a little fancier than we are used to, with the marble floors and all. When we first walked in the kids were all wide-eyed looking at the shiny things and all the well-dressed people.  “Mama! You didn’t tell us to wear tuxedos!”

This morning I took the kids to the indoor saltwater pool downstairs.

As we walked to the elevator – in our Target bathing suits under our old navy clothes, I thought about hotel pools. As a kid on vacation, I would hang out at the pool for as long as I could, and befriend other kids, I guess.  As a parent, I’ve taken kids to hotel pools to fill an hour, a day,  and to try to tire them out when they were little and had slept for a whole car trip. Hotel pools smell of chlorine, have a selection of strangers around and do not have a lifeguard.

This fancy indoor saltwater pool at this fancy hotel didn’t smell of chlorine, but there was a selection of strangers around, and no lifeguard.

Other than the salt water, it was just the same as any other hotel pool, really. We put the towels on a little table, next to our bag, our shoes, our water bottles, my phone.  I watched the kids try to play while a few people were swimming laps, and a set of brothers raced and splashed with their dad. We watched a fancy family walk around with the hotel staff, and I wondered why they were touring the hotel pool in their winter jackets still.

After time in the hot tub and the pool, I told the kids we had just a few minutes left, and they started to get out to start drying off at the side of the pool. We watched a man get out of the pool, walk over and take one of the towels that we had set by our things.

I tried to convince myself that this had nothing to do with the fanciness of the hotel, the entitlement that people might feel. “It must be an honest mistake,” I said, “although my stuff is right next to those towels.” And we laughed a little. We watched him gesture to his sons where they too might get a towel. H started to say something like “Hey! Those are our towels.” But I shushed him. I’d rather us be the kind of people who don’t yell across a pool when someone takes their hotel pool towels.

We dried off in our respective locker rooms and dried our bathing suits in that shakey bathing suit thing. We put our old navy clothes back on and walked to the elevator. A woman and her dog walked up to the elevator and asked if it was okay for them to join us.

“Of course!” We all said. Lucky us, getting to meet a pup in the elevator of a fancy hotel.

 

#sol19 March 2: I miss, I love

Slice of LIfePart of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

 

I miss, I love: Middle School Teaching Edition 

I miss my own group of kids
who come to school in various stages of awake each morning
I love starting each day with them
“a new day with no mistakes in it- yet.” (Thanks L.M. Montgomery)

I miss laughing with my kids
who get to know my brand of humor from day one
I love telling them the muffin joke every so often
2 muffins sit in the oven. One says, “Oh my! It’s getting hot in here.” The other muffin says “ACK! A talking Muffin!”

I miss telling them
“You will love reading more than you ever have”
I love giving book recommendations
and threatening them with automatic suspension if they give me a spoiler to a book I haven’t read yet

I miss putting out a special snack and
surprising them with extra recess
I love not giving them homework
reminding them that it means we need to work so hard in school – It’s our job

I miss showing them that I understand
that I’m human, I make mistakes
I love helping them learn from mistakes
showing them the power of vulnerability

I miss sharing note-booking and sketch-noting
anchor charts and visual notes
I love watching more and more kids bring their pencil cases
full of colorful flair pens to the carpet each day

I miss their poetry
and writing with them every day
I love the challenge of figuring out what they need
and carrying my conferring toolkit around with me

I miss teaching
and being a second home to 50 or so 6th graders
I love how people always said, “6th grade? You must be a saint!”
and I would laugh to myself, knowing, secretly that 6th graders rock, and I’m the luckiest teacher in the world