Megan’s Ballet Class is a Joke. Seriously.


Megan takes ballet every Wednesday at the YMCA. Miss Jamie is her teacher. When she first began taking classes in January I thought it was so cute that they spent time reading at the beginning of class, they did a lot of “skipping” around the room, and they played with fabric pieces at the end of class.

Now, I am annoyed by it.

Not that I don’t think Megan should be doing things that are fun and that her new BFF Gina is in the class, but I really wanted her to take the class because it would be structured for her. I thought that half hour would be a good way for her to learn discipline (in a three year old way), how to follow directions, and listening to an adult (that isn’t me).

Excuse me while I step on my soapbox.

I hate that in this growing generation everything has to be fun and exciting and interactive. It is annoying to me that everyone has to win something and get a trophy just because their parents paid the dues. I cannot stand that kids think they deserve to get an “A” just because they grace us with their presence.
It starts before pre-school people…and it is simply a travesty.

Not that I believe I was raised in the most perfect way, but I do know that I was not rewarded for bad behavior. In my dance classes we had to stand in a line and follow the lead of the teacher or we feared not being invited back. I had to try out for sports and there was no “B” team…if we didn’t make the team better luck next year. At school I had a healthy dose of fear of my teachers and was terrified if I did not have an assignment turned in on time. I wanted my parents to be proud of me; I never wanted to be a disappointment.

I do not think three year old ballet is a metaphor for life, but I do find that it would be appropriate for Miss Jamie to correct Megan if she is taking the wrong step. I want Megan to leave class not only loving ballet but also feeling confident in the work she put in during class. And, God forbid, I would like to feel like I am getting my money’s worth and that I am not paying for horseplay. Finally, it would be nice on June 1st if she knew at least one dance move for her recital.

I don’t think I am asking too much.



Living Life

First of all, my thoughts and prayers go out the victims in Boston as well as their friends and family. I am not sure what kind of sick person or organization can arbitrarily kill innocent people. It is horrific. One of my students and her family was there during the attack. They are okay.

So I took the Praxis II Exam for Special Education on Saturday. I have a Master’s Degree in Special Ed and I needed to pass this test as my last step to get my license in Special Education. I have been studying like a crazy person since I signed up to take the test mid-January. I have mixed feelings about the exam. On one hand, I thought I was very well prepared and could really not have done any more to get myself ready for the test; on the other hand, the items I studied and the practice tests I took prior to the actual test were much easier and simpler than the actual test. I am disappointed, but not defeated. I guess I will just see how it goes and if I need to re-take it, then so be it!

I am really not sure what direction having my Special Education License will take me in, but it will be nice to have it under my belt. I have taught at the same school for a long time and I love what I do and I love what I teach, so it is hard to see myself doing anything else or perusing a new career in this season of my life. Thoughts of making more money or working part time spin through my head all the time, but at the end of the day happiness is priceless.

There is so much happening right now in my life but nothing super exciting or blog-worthy. Sometimes I wonder why I even have a blog. My weight loss journey is still a work in progress and with little losses at the scale it seemed silly for me to keep up with Weighty Wednesdays. Maybe I will go back to it, but all I can express is frustration and no one wants to hear that every week.
With the weather getting nicer and nicer we have been spending every waking moment outside. I can already tell this is going to be one of the best summers ever. Megan is finally at an age where she is interacting with the other littles in our neighborhood and I die of cute about every day. Tyler swings a bat like he owns it and played his first game of pick-up baseball in the green space yesterday. My babies are growing up. I always dreamed of living in a place where my kids freely walk into other neighbor’s houses and their kids come into mine and it is finally coming to fruition. I love it. It was how I was raised and every time I watch the kids play it takes me back to a time when life was so simple and friends were people who lived around the block from you and eating a popsicle while hanging out at the playground was the BEST.THING.EVER!

The other day Shawn asked me if I was happier now then when I was single and I can honestly say a resounding “yes!” I loved my early twenties of going out every night, buying new outfits every weekend, and not having a care in the world…but my thirties have been filled with the most amazing gifts and I look forward to every day.

Maybe my weight is not where I need to be, I still stress daily about my BFF’s infertility, I am still morning the loss of my dad, but for the first time in my life I really feel content. I feel like a grown-up.

I might not be blogging a lot these days, but I am living…and life is pretty darn good.

I will leave you with a couple of my favorite pictures from the past week.




Streaming Thoughts

THIS MIGHT BE THE MOST RANDOM POST EVER. No apologies, I just thought I would warn you!

I have been a bit absent lately. Maybe more than a bit. As I eluded to a couple of times, I have been really busy. I have a Praxis test that I have been hard core studying for and it has taken on a life of its own. Every free moment I have is spent flipping through my practice book or taking a preparation test. To say that I am stressed would be an understatement. It is not just the test but many other things that deserve their own post (if I ever have time). I also just got back from a fantastic five days in Buffalo with my family. It was wonderful but also not the most relaxing five days I have ever had.

It is the strangest thing. I have so much to write about but I do not have the desire nor the energy to put anything into words. I have no idea how these daily bloggers do it (multiple times!) but I give them all the credit in the world. I am just in a strange kind of funk and I am not really sure how to bring myself out of it.

When I return to work on Monday there is only 7 weeks left until the summer. Where in the H did this year go!?! I am not prepared for the end of the year nor do I have enough time to finish and basically start all the projects I wanted to do with my students. It is time for a major game of short-cutting. It is going to be hard to wake up Monday morning but I know that I can do it and I want to make this the best end of the year I have ever had.

I am itching to re-do my entire house. You know how in marriages they call it the 7 year itch? Well, I have the 8 year house itch. I am sick of my first floor. I want new paint, new flooring and new furniture. Guess what, it is most likely not going to happen, even with the generous gift cards my in-laws gave me for my birthday. We are too busy…and lazy…to get anything done on the weekends. I am annoyed with myself just writing that.

I walked 4 miles today on the treadmill and I felt great afterwards. I feel like in that one hour my brain was aligned correctly and I was actually happy when I left the gym. Holy cow, exercise, I have missed you in the last couple of weeks!

I will end with a photo bomb of all things great that have happened in the last few weeks. I am not going to promise more posts, but I am going to try.