Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cele-.” Find a word that starts with or contains “cele” and use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Celebration time!
Yes, that is definitely the thing for us this weekend.
Yesterday we were on tenterhooks, waiting to find out what school Lil Princess would get a place at.
On that news that morning, there was a report about how over 100,000 children wouldn’t get their first choice of schools, and that there was even a shortage of places in secondary schools.
Apparently, in her year of birth, there was a baby boom. That was 11 years ago. Surely the government had access to birth figures and should have been suitably prepared… Seems not.
So, even though I was pretty sure she would get her first choice, especially as her brother is already there, there was still a worry.
And it appears that our county is one of the latest to send out the offer emails. Most letters were posted to arrive this morning, or emails sent to arrive in parents inboxes in the morning.
Not Kent.
No. We were advised that after 4pm the emails would start to arrive, and if you applied by paper form, your letters would be posted today and so you wouldn’t even know until tomorrow!
And I was impatient, checking my phone at every break to make sure nothing had sneaked in early…
Then at lunchtime, one of her peers’ mums, who works at the school, told me her husband had had THE EMAIL! And it was only 1.30pm!
Well, my brain went into overdrive then. Why had we not received notification yet? Had I sent the application in properly? What if she hadn’t got into her first choice of school?
It wasn’t long before, finally, that message pinged up.
She got in!
To the school we wanted, the place she wanted, and the same as her brother.
That allowed a wave of relief to wash over me.
So we have to celebrate her good news this weekend.
(Then we can start silently panicking about her SATS tests in May…)
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “critic(al).” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Sometimes, it’s easy to become your worst critic.
Actually, scratch that. Unless you are supremely overconfident, it is human nature to be critical of yourself, and usually, more so that anyone else.
Self-doubt is one of those things that creeps up on you, and it is a slippery slope to that great place – the Wallow Pool – if you aren’t careful.
We are often so busy looking at ourselves, or our work, with a negative eye that we tend to tune out the words of encouragement that are being sent our way.
So, my message to you all today is to try and open your mind, your ears, your eyes and your heart to the good stuff that people say about you.
It’s often a much better opinion of you than you actually hold!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!
There was a smart man from Lawn Over whom, the ladies would fawn But his wife confessed She was not impressed And quietly stifled a yawn
You she, she had spent three years Perfecting her claps and her cheers For his rote learned tricks That impressed all the chicks But bored her simply to tears
Still, she had to pay him his due Because from him it was through That she lived like a dame And his fortune and fame Came from tricking them all, old and new
The women would come from miles To be flattered by his comments and smiles And if they wanted to pay Who was she to say She just gathered the coins into piles
To them she was just the maid Dressed rather plainly and staid But she knew the score He loved her more Of losing him, she wasn't afraid
You see, our young man from Lawn Was simply his cunning wife's pawn When he'd made enough money She'd gather his 'honey' And one day she'd simply be 'gorn'