A New Week...
I know I probably shouldn't say this out loud, but I'm glad the Olympics are over. Don't get me wrong, they were great to watch with multiple exciting finishes (Think Phelps, Shawn Johnson, etc.) but they're also like having friends and family stay in your home. Wonderful for a while then you just want things to get back to normal. So, I'm ready.
We had a tough weekend here.
My cat of 17 years, Precious, died on Sunday. (I know, cliche name. I didn't name her. Really. She came to me with that name. Regardless it fit her. She was indeed precious to my family)
It was difficult to put her down, but certainly her time.
She had kidney disease and frankly was very old in cat years. She lived more than nine lives for sure.
However, the toughest part may well have been explaining this to my daughters.
They're twins.
Almost 5.
And have never dealt with death.
They said goodbye to her, cried a great deal, and then as kids do transitioned to the rest of the day. Except they didn't.
At least once an hour they'd slip a question about death into the conversation.
Example: "Mom, you're older than me. So will get even older, get sick and die?" Talk about heartbreaking.
So far two days of discussions. I'm sure more to come.
And they start kindergarten next week. Sometimes it's difficult to be almost 5.
NOW GOOD STUFF :)
I've been writing. Working on my older MG manuscript. The one that Judy Goldschmidt critiqued at the LA Conference. I like it better now.
But again -- the good part is that I've been writing. And I'm going to try the 5 minute timer idea from
kidlit_kim's post from the weekend. Thanks Kim!
My husband returned from a 10 day trip to Africa. It's spectacular to have him home.
I'm planning a birthday party for my girls. The cake will most certainly be in the princess theme. Ariel. Cinderella. You know the drill.
And that's the outstanding part of being almost 5!
We had a tough weekend here.
My cat of 17 years, Precious, died on Sunday. (I know, cliche name. I didn't name her. Really. She came to me with that name. Regardless it fit her. She was indeed precious to my family)
It was difficult to put her down, but certainly her time.
She had kidney disease and frankly was very old in cat years. She lived more than nine lives for sure.
However, the toughest part may well have been explaining this to my daughters.
They're twins.
Almost 5.
And have never dealt with death.
They said goodbye to her, cried a great deal, and then as kids do transitioned to the rest of the day. Except they didn't.
At least once an hour they'd slip a question about death into the conversation.
Example: "Mom, you're older than me. So will get even older, get sick and die?" Talk about heartbreaking.
So far two days of discussions. I'm sure more to come.
And they start kindergarten next week. Sometimes it's difficult to be almost 5.
NOW GOOD STUFF :)
I've been writing. Working on my older MG manuscript. The one that Judy Goldschmidt critiqued at the LA Conference. I like it better now.
But again -- the good part is that I've been writing. And I'm going to try the 5 minute timer idea from
kidlit_kim's post from the weekend. Thanks Kim!
My husband returned from a 10 day trip to Africa. It's spectacular to have him home.
I'm planning a birthday party for my girls. The cake will most certainly be in the princess theme. Ariel. Cinderella. You know the drill.
And that's the outstanding part of being almost 5!