Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “preposition” Start your post with any preposition. Bonus points if you end with one too. Enjoy!
Near me, sits my daughter, Lil Princess, hurriedly doing homework.
Yes, it is the summer holidays, and she starts her new school in 10 days (EEEK!), yet still, she has homework.
I’d have thought that, considering they finished primary school, and were getting ready for a whole new chapter, in their education, that the kds would get a break. But no, don’t be silly.
And no break for kid, means no break for mummy either!
Not one, but three different pieces too!
A book review – well that’s not too bad, considering she likes to read, and had already read some of the books on the recommended reading list. So a review of Wonder has been written.
Maths – design a farm (?!?!) with fields containing animals and crops, but the catch is each crop or animal has a field that has a specific shape and plot area that you have to work out and adhere to… Yeah. That’s not a relaxing easy task… Believe me, I know! It’s what she’s battling with at the moment!
Create a Solar System fact poster, with a list of 5 items that need to be included. We haven’t looked at that yet, but it’s pretty straight forward.
Still.
Homework. In the holidays.
I’m not convinced. And I’m a TEACHER!
When to kids get a chance to relax nowadays?
I’d much rather they were sent with a not from both schools, last and future, saying “Enjoy your break! You’ve worked so hard, and there is still plenty more of that work to come, so this holiday, enjoy your freedom! Read, meet friends, play outside. Then come back fresh and ready for the start of a new chapter!”
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “where.” Start your post with the word “where” and write whatever comes to you. Bonus points if you end your post with “where” too. Enjoy!
Where do you think I am, right now?
Actually, if you are a regular reader, you might just remember me mentioning it in my Chai catch up on Monday. (Don’t cheat and find the post – I’m just about to tell you…)
I am in Birmingham for the weekend. (As in the real Birmingham, not the one named after our original Brum in 1871!)
Birmingham is my home town. It’s where I was born. And when I die, there will be a plaque, somewhere here saying “Birthplace of famous writer, Ritu Bhathal (nee Padhaal)”
What?
I can dream, can’t I?
Where was I?
Oh yes, I’m back home, spending a couple of nights with my Pops, kids in tow, before he ventures out to Finland, to join my mum, and his wife, who has been gallivanting helping to look after the grandchildren out there.
No matter where I live, I have to say, Birmingham will always be home to me.
Home A place Where I fit A place where I Feel comfortable Always an open door Where all is familiar No matter what the address is You see, my true home will always be The place where I find my Pops and my Mum
Ritu 2019
Yes, my marital home is home too. But it’s a different kind of home and comfort. Another home filled with love.
But my childhood home was filled with so many precious memories, that if you want me to be honest about where I call my home… thats’s where…
But I Smile Anyway... 