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She can see things I can't..

My youngest daughter is taking some music exams in the spring and so I've been bugging her to get on with her practicing this week.

As I cleaned up the kitchen tonight I listened to her go through her music, she played well but she played quickly and she played music that I had heard often.

'Lizzie,' I called. 'Is that what you're supposed to be practicing?'

'Yep,' she replied.

'Are you sure? Bring me your teacher's notes,' I demanded.

As I read through the list with her I pointed out that nothing she had played was on the list of things to practice.

'Yes, it is,' she insisted.

'Where?' I asked giving her the book and a scowl.

'Right there,' she said, pointing at the blank part at the bottom of the page.

'Right there, written in invisible ink.'

Oh.

Right.

Silly me.

And yeah, she really does know how to turn my scowls around.

It's not close enough yet...

I was at the local mall today buying myself jeans.

And while I was there I discovered that there is something that can put me in a worse mood then trying on jeans. 

Okay, something that can even put me in a worse mood then trying on a swimsuit or jeans.

This other thing?

Hearing Christmas music on mall speakers on November 1st.

I mean, come on people, I haven't even got my Halloween decorations put away yet. I need at least a week before I can start thinking about Christmas.

Please.

Grrrrr.

Maybe those kids with ear buds and iPods blasting their own music into their heads are on to something....

 

Your Love

I was driving home from the cottage tonight and a song by Kesha came on the radio. I love the opening line, it goes something like, 

'Maybe I need some rehab or maybe I just need some sleep'.

This could be my tag line, it's just perfect for a tired mama. 

The song then goes on to pout,

'My friends think I've gone crazy, my judgment is getting kinda hazy'.

I have no idea what the song is about really, but I've also decided I don't care because these lines just accurately summarize my current parenting style so it's working for me.

But children of mine, just so you know - your love? It's my drug.

Sad how I twist things to work in my little world, isn't it?

My Sally Brown

My youngest daughter informed me today that I didn't blog about her musical performance last week.

She's right.

So, everyone? I just wanted to let you know that my youngest played the part of Sally Brown in her school production of 'Snoopy - the musical' this past week.

What can I say? *

She looked beautiful, sang like an angel, performed beyond her years and was funny. She was actually very funny and it was a good funny, the type of funny that made the show better.

The most important thing? She had the time of her life.

She was extremely happy being on that stage and her being that happy? That made me happy.

Extremely happy.

Baby girl? You were amazing in the musical and you know what?

Even when you're not on stage, you're still amazing.

I love you, sunshine.

* Yes, it's my blog and I'll brag if I want to. :)

Please, just get in the house.

It's been busy around our castle lately.

Youngest daughter is performing in her school musical this week, my son has started hockey play-offs, we're progressing the house renovations and my classes are demanding this term.

Lately things have been very uh, busy crazy chaotic.

Yesterday, when my youngest daughter and I had just gotten home from an all day musical practice she decided to try out some Olympic type figure skating moves on the driveway as she waited for me to untangle the groceries and assorted costume paraphernalia from the back of our van.

As I was handing her things to carry into the house she turned to me with a grin. 

"Everyone keeps telling me to break a leg," she informed me.

"Yep," I replied, "that's a theatrical way of wishing you good luck."

"Wouldn't it be really funny if I actually did fall and break my leg?" she asked grinning, then ran off again to slide around some more on the ice in her winter boots.  

Ah, sweetheart?

No.

Just, no.

Sigh.

Can you say, stupid?

My eldest daughter has school exams in June every year.

My youngest daughter has musical voice exams in June and dance exams in February.

So, I decided this year to have them both do their piano exams in August instead of June to kinda spread things out a bit.

We have now come home from our two week cottage vacation to spend two days doing the girl's piano exams.

Yeah.

I know, what was I thinking?

We won't be doing this again. Summer is no time for piano lessons or exams.

Sorry guys, Mom blew this one.

What can I say? It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Sigh.

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Edited to add:
Yes, my kids are in too many activities and yes, they actually do practice and prepare without complaining and yes, I am INSANE. Thanks for asking.

I can't play the trombone and I'm okay with that.

Have you ever been so frustrated with a kid and a particular school subject that you want to just scream?

That would be me tonight with my son and his music test tomorrow. He has to play the trombone.

I don't play trombone. After trying to help my son tonight I can honestly tell you that my son doesn't play the trombone either.

The test tomorrow? That's not going to go well and I have to tell you that most of my frustration is coming from the fact that I can't help him.

He's trying. Okay, he's sort of trying. He's not going to do well and he and I both know it and now he's frustrated and angry.

Sigh.

Okay, I've vented.

I still want to scream though.

But if you'll excuse me, I now have to go upstairs and find my son and figure out how I can make us both laugh about this, cause really?

It's the TROMBONE and you know what? I don't think I know ANYONE who plays the trombone as an adult.

And my kid? He volunteered to make dinner for his family tonight and that's a skill he'll use in life. I'm not sure I praised him enough for the great job he did cooking either, so I'm gonna go up to his room and do that now.

And we're going to laugh about his music test tomorrow. Yes my son, we are - because in the big picture? Pwwwwwt.

Anyone know any good trombone jokes?

Enough.

B I N G O

That is the song my daughter is playing on the piano right now.

She is playing it well. She is playing it loudly. She is playing it REPEATEDLY.

I suppose I should be happy as she is practicing the piano and I didn't have to badger her about it.

BUT

I can only listen to B I N G O being plunked out on the piano at full volume so many times.

If I have to listen to her play it one more time I just might scream.

You've been warned.

Musical Noise

Robbie is upstairs practicing his guitar. Why we ever thought that getting him a LOUD electric guitar was a good idea I have no idea.

Nine year old boys and LOUD guitars give Tiredmama a HEADACHE. Sigh. The real scary part is that it’s only ten o’clock in the morning. When does camp start? Better yet when can I send him back to school?

I’m off to find the Tylenol.