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Whopping Wednesday...

We survived yesterday!

Tuesday night was spent trying to decide what Erik should take with him to school on his first day in year 7. Why don't high schools send home some sort of information about this? Something like, 'On the first day, your child should bring x, y. z...' would be really helpful. I'd read on a parenting forum that a common first day of year 7 mistake is to take every book. It's hard though, because you have no idea what classes the child will be taking, if any, or if they need to stow their books in their locker most of the time and only take them home for homework...

I managed to convince Erik he only needed his laptop sleeve, and not the satchel. This took some discussion, but when he got home yesterday, he said he was very grateful he had not taken the satchel because a lot of other year 7 students looked like beasts of burden with their folio, school bag and laptop bag.

He freshened the colour of his hair, and told me yesterday he'd receiv…

Wow! Thank you Bec!

This is not today's scheduled blog post - which was going to be about the joys of a our traditional summer holidays' end game of Monopoly - but rather a blog post dedicated to thanking one of my loyal blog readers for her unexpected generosity!!!

A few weeks ago, I made an off-hand comment about the poor quality of my photos for that post and how I didn't have a working battery for my DSLR because the batteries I'd paid a small amount for to replace the original worked-to-death rechargables had turned out to be worth all the small amount I paid for them...

A week or so later I was doing some management work on my blog's Facebook page and realised I had an email I hadn't noticed earlier. When I read it, I discovered it was from a long term blog reader who is a photographer and was sure she probably had a battery lying around if I could tell her which DSLR I had. So, I told her I had a Canon 350D and it turned out she did indeed have a compatible battery she was …

Hello first week of crazy...

Well, it's here, the week I've been anticipating, the week I've been dreading...

Yesterday my parents moved to Melbourne from Adelaide. They moved to Adelaide thirteen years ago, and I never imagined they'd stay there so long, but they created a great life for themselves over there. Built a house, built a life. Over the past year, they've made a lot of changes to that life, culminating in moving back to Melbourne yesterday. I'm very excited to have them here, and yet I woke up to a nightmare this morning that I wasn't going to see them often - ironic!

Life is about to get busy for all of us. Mum is taking up a new position at a local college. Step-dad will be getting a business off the ground, and as I've been saying for the past six months, our lives in this household are about to become more hectic than any year to date. Despite all of that, I know we'll see each other often enough and mostly the dream was my fevered mind running to those places i…

Her name was Anna...

I was a difficult child. There really is not two ways about it. There are many reasons why I was difficult child, many reasons which went undetected or unrecognised for many years, but this doesn't change the fact that when I was a child, I was difficult.

When I was eight, I once had an argument with my teacher and threw all my school books on the floor in a tantrum.

Another time, the school was doing a teeth brushing experiment after lunch for week and I hated brushing my teeth - hated the taste of toothpaste and the feel of the brush on my gums - so I stormed out of the toilet block and out of the school yard and headed for home.

I was moved to another school.

At the next school I spent many, many lunch breaks sitting under the stairs of the portables writing out lines - 'I will not talk in class'.

It was suggested to my parents that I go to a specialist boarding school in Adelaide for children with vision impairment. Vision impairment wasn't the cause of my difficul…

Getting ready for the start of term on next week!

We picked up the rest of Erik's uniform yesterday and did a summer uniform full dress rehearsal...


He actually likes the uniform a lot more than the expression on his face would tell you - he's a bit of a fan of blazers and ties (in fact, the kids don't really wear the ties from what we have seen but he insisted we get one, and he'll wear it on the first day, we'll see what happens after that)...

This is him rolling his eyes at me because I wanted a photo of him in his sports uniform, as well. It's not a good idea to roll your eyes are this mum, because if she happens to snap you mid-eye-roll, she will post it on her blog and bring everyone's attention to it! Teenagers, and all that jazz. He hates the sports jacket (which I thought he's like because it's less structured).

Today we went about organising all the other school stuff. The Grumpy Old Man and I cleared out three drawers in the kitchen cabinet and hutch for notices. I thought I'd done t…

How the Grumpy Old Man and I view the world differently...

The other night, when the last child had finally gone to bed, the Grumpy Old Man and I were watching TV when the ad for the new Hansel and Gretal movie came on... We had the following conversation.

GOM: Typical! They take a quaint little children's story and turn it into a monstrous action movie!

Me: Quaint? Quaint??? What's quaint about two small children being abandoned by their selfish stepmother and weak father in a deep dark forest to die, twice? What's 'quaint' about them finding a cottage where they believe they might be safe and then one of them being locked in a cage while the other is turned into a house slave? What's quaint about a child having to push a woman into a lit oven to save her brother from being cannibalised by said woman?

GOM: Yeah, but the house was made of cake and lollies...



[Insert your own title here]...

I know any blogger worth their salt will always finds a catchy title for even their most mundane posts, but I really just don't have it in me today - and yet I want to catch everyone up on the past few days of our lives (because I know you're all hanging to know, right?). I know my readers are savvy enough to come up with their own title for this post, so I'll leave that up to you and am completely willing to take the chance it'll be 'Boringest Post EVAH!'

So, where were we?

Ah, yes, when I last left you all hanging I was about to have a family meeting with the boys about rights, responsibilities and rewards.

From that meeting we now have a time table (of sorts) for the coming school year...

We brain stormed these three lists together - and they are now hanging outside the boys' room as a bit of a reminder of what we talked about...


Then I told them I would be implementing the following timetable for weekdays here at home. I'm sure - to some of you - it…

Rights, Responsibilities and Rewards...

I read a really interesting thread on a parenting forum this week about implementing routines for teens who do okay in school, but who are not putting their best foot forwards.

This pretty much describes my older boys. I want to put it out here at this point that compared to me at school at their age, they're both doing exceedingly well - neither of them has ever stormed out of a classroom, or thrown a tantrum in class, and they both received their fair share of Bs at the end of last year (in Australia a B means the child is working up to a year ahead of their expected peer grouping). However, I watch my kids carefully, and Erik has always done slightly less than the bare minimum at school. Lukas has been a bit more diligent - always handing in the minimum and on time - until this last year where he floundered a little and felt a bit lost.

At Erik's new high school students do a fair bit preparatory work for each class. They have online units to complete before coming to schoo…