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The Zen of School

Diva is happy this year. After her first week as a seventh grader she told me about her classes. The nicest and coolest teachers are teaching her least favorite subjects and making them fun. The worst teachers are teaching the subjects she loves….since she loves the topics it will be fine. “It all balances out good this year Mommy”.

Here is to hoping it remains a good year for her.

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LOVE my new shoes. DON’T judge…my overtime pay, I will spend it how I want too. (Outlet mall. 3 pair less than what one pair costs at the mall.)

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Hell

So, I have been attempting to help Diva clean and organize her room. This is basically for the purpose of seeing what clothes I need to buy her aside from the obligatory first day outfit and new gym shoes. I try to keep this undertaking to a one time a year thing as it is usually miserable for both of us and I am sure if I go to Hell when I die it will involve repeatedly cleaning my tweens closet on a loop.

Anyways, she and I have a HUGE difference of opinions as to what should stay and what needs pitched SO instead of tackling it all on one day, this time I have broken the job into many smaller tasks to be carried out one per day over a two week period.

It was going okay until we got to her main closet. The child has things she wore 7 years ago she tries to convince me still fit. “MOM I KNOW it doesn’t fit as a DRESS anymore but I wear it as a tunic now with PANTS. (Insert more whining here).” As though that simple fact and her apparent inability to live without the item will sway me into keeping something long overdue for the donation pile.

It is like a weird game of chess…her strategy is to offer/attempt “bargains”. For instance, “I will pitch these hot pink too small spandex pants you hate if you let me get rid of these baggy pants I hate” (wide legged jeans that fit her waist and butt perfectly.) My strategy is to have pictures of her adorable 5 year old cousin wearing previous “favorites” we handed down and talk about how cute munchkin looks wearing her old clothes.

The win comes in when I say we are almost done with today’s bit let’s just hurry and finish. She gets excited to be ‘done’ and rushes through the last bit not fighting me as much. So Of Course I put the items I hate the most at the bottom of the pile for when she is paying the least attention.

The better win came when she noticed me doing that and decided to attempt cleaning it up herself, with me just double checking stuff at the end. Way less work for me and room still gets cleaned!

The battle is halfway over. Tomorrow we start on her dresser/makeup/junk jewelry. One week down and one yet to go. If you don’t hear from me, you know what happened.

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Overtime and Why I Don’t Mind

So, the other person on my shift quit so I have been doing both our jobs. We haven’t hired anyone else yet because people are not applying! In the meantime my past 2 checks (and next 3 yet to come) all have over a hundred hours on them.

Related….my birthday was this past month. My husband told me we are going on a Disney Cruise with the kids this January. I don’t mind the overtime because it gives me extra cash for excursions and spa time on the ship.

I am motivated and feeling excited. Our last cruise on the Disney Wonder was a blast. This time we are going on one of the newer ships and sailing concierge class. Can’t wait.

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Love the tshirt my son got for my birthday. Also love the silly photobombs he did for these photos. He got it at teeturtle.com - they have LOTS of great shirts!!

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Diva just texted me this from the other room. Lol

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Happy Independence Day from Diva!

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"They are just like kids my age except they listen and do whatever I tell them too."

Diva telling me how her summer babysitting job is going.

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Hubby got me ice cream. I think he confused the chocolate I asked for with fudge nipple.

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Recent photo of my husband. :)

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