Happy freaking Friday

12 Dec share_square

Maura got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.  Her sister didn’t wake up on time either, so missed her own bus.  Josh drove Miriam to school, which caused Maura to flip out and go into brat mode.

The bus pulled up and Maura refused to get on.  Forget that, she refused to get within ten feet of it.  Instead, she threw a hissy fit and pulled away from me and ran back towards the house.

My choice was either wrestle her onto the bus or let her miss it.  I slept funny on my shoulder last night, so my neck and shoulder are all kinked up. She probably smelled my weakness and used that as an advantage.  I couldn’t physically get her on the bus without doing myself harm.

So I told the bus to go on without her.

Maura watched it leave and got quiet.

I think she finally caught the clue train.

She stood there processing what had happened.  “The bus isn’t coming back Maura.” I let her know.

“Oh no.”

“So, how are you going to get to school now?” I asked.

She stared down the road, thinking.  No more screaming hissy fits.  She is aware most of the time when she crosses a line. She has never not gotten on the bus before, never watched it leave without her.  Today suddenly became a learning experience, and she learned the consequences of missing the bus.

After a few moments of standing there in silence, she looked at me and said quietly, “Sorry.”

Josh pulled into the driveway and saw us there.  I explained what happened.  She got a stern talking to from her father about getting on the bus, then we guided her in asking us for a ride to school.  We drove her up there, walked her in, and she quietly behaved.

Of course, as soon as the aide tried to take her to class, she went into stubborn mode again, squatting down, refusing to walk with her.  The aide waved us on our way.

As we left the school, Josh said “We have to make sure we get them really nice Christmas gifts.”

I’m thinking gift certificates to a winery.  Or a margarita machine for the break room.  Those are appropriate, right?

My (tall) clone – #tbt

11 Dec

(in case you’re not sure what #tbt means, it means “throw back thursday”, where you post something from the past…carry on with your new knowledge…)

I posted a pic of my brothers and me, all Christmas 1975-ish, wee children that we were, and there was a slew of “OMG, Maura is your clone!” comments.

I never really got why people thought she looked SO much like me, until for my birthday, my mom sent me this photo…


…and I stood there, looking at the photo (which is a little fuzzy) wondering when my mom took a photo of Maura…in a tent…wait, we didn’t have a tent like that…and why is Maura wearing a Vassar shirt…wait, I had that shirt as a kid…wait, that is ME!

But you can see why I was thrown by this photo.


Yes, there is no denying that Maura is my child. But I never saw the striking resemblance until I mistook a photo of myself for Maura, lol!  Now, there will be no denying that anymore!

Music Monday – My Irish Christmas Songlist

11 Dec


Reviving this post from last year, because so much good music! Happy Christmas!

Originally posted on Herding Cats:

So it’s now officially December, which means I can belt out my favorite Christmas tunes without guilt or shame.  I have my favorites – Silver Bells, O Holy Night, and I will admit, Mariah Cary’s “All I Want for Christmas is You”…

But I picked up a few more in Ireland.  They don’t play “Jingle Bell Rock” a lot there, which I was most grateful for.  No, at the first school Christmas concert I went to, the older kids did Slade’s “Merry Christmas Everybody” – and everyone sang along.  Because people like to sing along with songs in Ireland.  I liked that about living there.

And then last year, it was Mim’s class’s turn to sing this song – apparently it was the traditional 6th class Christmas song.  That year, I knew the lyrics.

The video from “Tops of the Pops 1973″ is hilarious.  If you can get past the…

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