Life Quest (and other stuff)

My boy just started play school. He is 3 and a half, and in many ways I feel it's too young, but a chance for him to mingle with people of his own age is a very important factor. Now my fridge can also be adorned with kiddy scribbles and even a heart made it to home for Valentine's day. So reading about little Emma refusing to colour the mascot of a rival unie did make me smile, but also made me wonder... How would I react if my kid decided he wouldn't do something at school, because he doesn't "believe" in it? Where is the line between sucking it up and doing what your teacher says, coz she said so, and standing up for yourself? From what I read I'm with Emma's mom in her case. As for my own kids, as I said, the eldest is in play school now, so I guess I'm bound to find out someday...

So we arrived for our Valentine's day dinner... My lovely husband, me of course, our son, our daughter, our godson, my mom and hubbie's mom. You will be excused for thinking this to be a somewhat untraditional grouping, but V-day is about love, and the more the merrier, right? And we had a lovely time. So hubbie and I did not spend it staring deep into each other's eyes, but I can do that anytime. And I do, whenever I feel like it (he has very pretty eyes). Probably good we did it this way, otherwise I'd just over think it. Spread the love. view comic on xkcd

Blogging is supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be a way of expressing yourself. Possibly a way of blowing of steam, but usually I get bored about a quarter of the way through a rant post, so not great for me specifically. But most importantly - blogging should be what you need it to be . For me, blogging is a way to get my thoughts out of my head so that I can have space for the really important stuff, like remembering the lyrics to Evanescence songs and knowing all the names of the Thomas and Friends trains my son owns. So if it is my blog, with my thoughts, and there for my needs, why do I feel guilty when I don't blog? Ask my husband and he will categorise it under my (I hope charming) brokeness - along with getting buyers remorse before making a purchase and having to run to the microwave to stop it before it beeps (can't stand the beeping). Well the answer - I don't know. Probably the same reason I feel guilty for not shaving my legs