What can I tell you in ten minutes about my life?
This morning, after packing lunches, doing hair (not my own) and slipping on my trainers, we were out the door (7:25 AM). Pickles had a 'bad day' yesterday, and today's word is 'CO-OPERATION'. I am expecting a great report from all of the wonderful people involved in his day.
On the drive to school we talked about....hmmm....cannot remember...but Abu Dhabi Classics was playing "The Bear Necessities" and we all tried to sing it in its jazzed up variety.
Pickles ran into Ms. Jan--his first shadow teacher, and a lady who so very obviously still holds a very big place in his heart. She was so very lovely and kind to him, and I am glad that he no longer seems torn when he sees her. He is happy to give her a big hug and head on with his day.
Little A is now content to walk a little distance on her own to her line up. She has a third temporary teacher (the fourth and final teacher should be coming for November 1), who is very competent and with it. I miss seeing my friend Gopa (the "Mumbai Madame") who used to watch Little A go in, and give her the sense of the familiar at school (while I trounced off to drop the other two in their spots on time).
Mugs is quite happy now (I think the princess pencil sealed it) and goes off happily to class, with Ms. Michelle, every day. This really eases my heart, and the fact that we forgot her reader doesn't phase her at all.
Then, off to the gym, where I look very forward to seeing my friends--the morning crew. Tabata was tough~ Gillian and I shared a lovely slice of vanilla cake from Circle (with real buttercream frosting) and we chatted away the negative vibes that stick around after a rough night with one's spouse.
Home again, home again, to shower, and do a little bit more for the volunteer role I have taken on with the Parent Team this year. I managed to have some nostalgia time, watching an episode of the recently resurrected X-files...
And I am off again--for school pick-ups!
This morning, after packing lunches, doing hair (not my own) and slipping on my trainers, we were out the door (7:25 AM). Pickles had a 'bad day' yesterday, and today's word is 'CO-OPERATION'. I am expecting a great report from all of the wonderful people involved in his day.
On the drive to school we talked about....hmmm....cannot remember...but Abu Dhabi Classics was playing "The Bear Necessities" and we all tried to sing it in its jazzed up variety.
Pickles ran into Ms. Jan--his first shadow teacher, and a lady who so very obviously still holds a very big place in his heart. She was so very lovely and kind to him, and I am glad that he no longer seems torn when he sees her. He is happy to give her a big hug and head on with his day.
Little A is now content to walk a little distance on her own to her line up. She has a third temporary teacher (the fourth and final teacher should be coming for November 1), who is very competent and with it. I miss seeing my friend Gopa (the "Mumbai Madame") who used to watch Little A go in, and give her the sense of the familiar at school (while I trounced off to drop the other two in their spots on time).
Mugs is quite happy now (I think the princess pencil sealed it) and goes off happily to class, with Ms. Michelle, every day. This really eases my heart, and the fact that we forgot her reader doesn't phase her at all.
Then, off to the gym, where I look very forward to seeing my friends--the morning crew. Tabata was tough~ Gillian and I shared a lovely slice of vanilla cake from Circle (with real buttercream frosting) and we chatted away the negative vibes that stick around after a rough night with one's spouse.
Home again, home again, to shower, and do a little bit more for the volunteer role I have taken on with the Parent Team this year. I managed to have some nostalgia time, watching an episode of the recently resurrected X-files...
And I am off again--for school pick-ups!
