Chicken Souper! Kids Logic Part 16

Ok so this one is not my spawn inspired, but from a child in my class…

Oh I giggled, and still am!

We usually have a little rhyme at morning register that our class teacher sings with the kids, giving then a chance to come up with some WOW words, some great descriptive words to let us know how they are feeling today.

Usually two children a day get a chance, and they get some great ones, or regurgitate ones that seem to be used regularly.

The other morning, we asked all 30 to come up with one, and there were lots of ‘marvellous’, ‘excellent’, ‘great’, ‘super cute’, ‘super great’, super lots of stuff.

We came to one of our children who has English as a second language and she came up with ‘chicken souper’!!!!

Bless her, she had heard super so much, and heard soup in her mind, so Chicken Souper made total sense to her!

I’ve been saying it all day, if I like something… Think it’ll catch on??!

Chicken Souper indeed!! 😊

Cat Cafe Anyone?

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Yay!

The kids got excited… Thinking they could take Sonu Singh to a cafe…
Its not quite that, but a place you can go and pet some cats, the house cats, so to speak. Great if you love animals but can’t have a pet! And have a meal there too!

But I Smile Anyway...

Stealthily he creeps…

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...along the treacherous path...

(Ok, its the dining room chairs!)

But I Smile Anyway...

My Name’s Ritu and I am an Addict…

…a WordPress addict!

My Hubby dearest thinks so anyway!

But is that true?

I wake in the morning and do the responsible mum things, get lunches ready, breakfast, uniforms out, then, with my cup of tea, I sort through my notifications and have my first read of my Reader…

Then the kids come and spoil that, so I do what I need to do with them.

As they get ready I continue my reading of the reader, and posting possibly, as I am at the moment…

Oops, we’re running late! Quick kids! “Lil Princess, I’ll do your hair whilst driving, hurry up!”

During the day I think “Thank God for technology!”, allowing me to check my blog during the day at work.

I go through the day storing ideas that would make a good blog post.

Oooh! Photo opportunity! That would look great in a post! I whip my phone out to take a pic…

Sometimes I might even post!

If we’re home early I might have a browse of the reader again. Dinner time and I feed the kids, then when I know they are comfortably eating, I rush upstairs to the pc, my only opportunity to use the computer, and update if I need to or write certain posts that need the PC, not a mobile device.

Then it’s kiddie time, homework, bath, reading bedtime and cuddles.

I guess I have to feed Hubby and myself too so after dinner, and any ironing that needs doing, it’s back to the haven of my bed, and iPad, so I can catch up on the reader, and maybe post again…

I won’t put it down until Hubby might have huffed and puffed at least twice… Oops! My Kindle sits there forlornly, looking at me, I appear to have been neglecting it! I mush read a book again soon!

And now my new dilemma, in the summer I get up a bit earlier, as its lighter. Last year I used the opportunity to slot some exercise into my day first thing in the morning… This year I really need to get in the exercise mill again but I fear I will be more grateful of extra blog browsing time…

HELP! This blog is making me FAT!!!!!!

Ideally I need an extra 2-3 hours in the day, the usual 24 for normal life and sleeping… And some extra for me to peruse and use my blog without feeling guilty that I should be doing something else!

So… Am I an addict? (I think I might be, just a little one…)

Go on, speak loud and proud if you are part of my little WordPress-a-holics group!

I Am A Rock – Flash Fiction Foray Part 2

It’s that time of the week, and I am going for it! The Book Blogger’s Flash Fiction Foray, part 2!
This time we use Simon and Garfunkel’s “I Am A Rock”….


Sitting quietly, I thought no one would notice me.  In the playground, on the bench by the trees. I didn’t want anyone to speak to me, so caught up in my thoughts, I was. Please don’t disturb me. I am not here. I am not me. No, I am not your teacher. Honestly, I’m not. I am a rock. All I need is a little moss, then it would be perfect. No one would touch me. Instead here they are, clambering over me, “Miss! Miss!” Please, just five minutes peace… But no, no peace for a teacher on playground duty…!

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