Waterslide Day !

Well, today is waterslide day for the kids at school. A great way to celebrate the end of the school year.

This is the one and only field trip I refuse to participate in each year.

Somehow I do not relish the idea of squeezing myself into something that resembles a bathing suit. Whilst my glow in the dark skin be subjected to our 35 degree celsius heat wave. Only to return home looking like a lobster and sporting waterblisters burned into my skin, and not being able to sit or wear clothing for days.

Or maybe it is something to do with the fact that there are hundreds of little heathens running around ( mine included ) who seem to have lost all sense of control, and run by not worrying who they have tripped over, run into, stepped on, or yelled into their ear.

One thing is for sure, even though I am not joining in all this FUN, I am sure to have some suprises upon my children's return.

One will return home with only one shoe. We will have someone else's towels. The newly bought beach umbrella will be broken. My son will have some kind of scape. There will be sunburn, along with promises that they put it on about 100 times. And something will have been left there, which will warrant a return trip there to retrieve it.

Ahhhh, a relaxing day at the waterslides. Bliss.

Performance

The last couple of weekends were taken up with dance recitals. I know for people who do not have children involved it may seem like a boring way to spend ones time. Kind of like watching a grade 7 class band massacre the "Na-na Na-na, Na-na Na-na, Hey Eh Eh, Go-od Bye song.

These however were especially good. The recitals were very professionally put together, the sound was great. Music choices excellent, and dancing superb. And I am not just saying that because my daughter dances.

She is training in Highland Dance, something different, as last year was tap dancing. This is a very physically demanding type of dance, and she is loving it. After seeing the other dances in the production, she has decided to try jazz as well. It is an area where I believe she will be great at as well.

So, jazz class here we come ! I just hope the shoes are not as hard to lace and tie as the Highland ones.

Doggone It

Well, this is the type of hat my dog should be wearing !

He WILL NOT go outside to go do his duty, because it is raining. I am sure that he must be close to bursting by now. He has not gone since last night.

God forbid he get a drop of rain on him, ugh that would be the worst. Instead he just barks at the door, and as soon as I open it he turns and slinks away.

I knew I should not let him have his own glass of water on the end table. I think it has gone to his head. Maybe he has forgotten he is a dog ?

Dirty Jobs

There is a program on Discovery Channel called "Dirty Jobs". The host of the show visits and tries some of the most "dirty" jobs around. Things like, Septic Tank Cleaner, Pig Inseminator, Exterminator, just to name a few. However, I have noticed that he has repeatedly missed one of these "dirty jobs" that is, Parent.

Yup, I said Parent. Scoff if you will, but I am one and I am here to vouch that it can be the dirtiest of all jobs.

It all begins in the first few days of bliss with your newborn baby ( bliss, who am I kidding ! ) You are lovingly staring into your baby's eyes as you change the tiniest little diaper you have ever seen, when they choose that exact moment to pee in your face.

Or how about the time you are in a store with your toddler, so proud that you no longer have to carry a diaper bag, extra clothing, and all the gear. And as your child runs merrily in front of you, you notice something drop out of their pant leg. Only to discover in horror that they have #2'd in their pants.

Maybe, it is about the time you found out that diapers are not leak proof,while you are wearing your new WHITE shirt, nor do they stop the poop from going straight up their back almost to their neck.

Then there are the days when your poor child is sick with the flu, and you spend endless nights cleaning vomit from every surface (including yourself) within a 20ft radius.

Ever tried prying a pea from a child's snotty nose, that can be a pretty dirty job indeed.

And for those of us who are squeamish, there is no handing off the job to another employee, we must deal with the many scrapes, cuts, blood, nosebleeds, gashes and broken bones.

You think that once they have grown into their teenage years that you have made it into the clear, no more "dirtyness". That is until you must sit down with your child and explain the facts of life, in great detail, because they have way more questions than we ever did. If that does not bring about a queasy stomach I don't know what else will.

Yes, Parent. One of the "dirtiest jobs" ever.

Awww

My sister-in-law just brought me this little cutie she found abandoned this morning. To nurse while she is at work. I think I am falling in love.