Here's how this went down:
Last week at breakfast the youngest was lamenting the fact that the school wasn't letting kids eat candy with their lunches.
A few minutes later the kids loaded up in the car and I climbed in last. The oldest proceeds to tell me that he was suggesting his brother "gather up his friends and have a peaceful protest" in opposition to the no candy rule. He even went so far as to suggest they make signs and march around the school.
Who is this kid?! I'm sure there are good reasons to stage a peaceful protest but this is not one of them. .
Here's how it went down.....
The kids decided to start a band with their last days of Spring Break looming. After debating a band name for several minutes they decided who would play what. Naturally the youngest, who has been beatboxing since age 2, is on the drums.
Surprisingly, everyone was getting along for about 10 minutes - a near record.
UNTIL a band member who shall remain nameless, imposed an arbitrary hour and a half practice on each of them. OF COURSE A riot ensued. She stomped off in a huff to her bedroom where she remained until told we were going out to eat.
And that's how the band The Woodchucks began and ended in the same afternoon during Spring Break 2018.
I am drawing in my car because it may be the only safe place I can go to escape the Petri dish I call a home. This isn't even worthy of color.
We're now assembly lining sick kids. I thought we were through it after 4 weekends in a row with one kid sick each one but the flu decided to step up it's game yesterday and took 3 kids and 1 parent out.
On the bright side I took full advantage of the misery to make some serious progress on taxes.
I just want all of my kids in school for a whole week. Is that so much to ask?!
Notice anything different? It's hard to see. My daughter got a new "accessory" last week.
Shortly after Christmas we found out that her "mild" hearing loss had doubled to "moderate" and she was now a candidate for a hearing aid.
I had noticed some things but really we didn't know. We didn't know she couldn't hear all the little things. She can't hear the ticking clock, the refrigerator noises. She feels picked on because she can't hear me addressing her brothers. She feels left out a lot.
She chose a bright red hearing aid, in spite of feeling self-conscious about wearing one. The first day wearing it to school was a little rough - she was embarrassed and wanted to take it off as soon as she got into the car. You seriously can only see it if you're looking for it, but she doesn't know that. She feels like everyone can tell.
In one week it's already having a big impact on her quality of life, the way she perceives people and bonus, the volume has gone down in our home.
This is a totally new world we're navigating together. If you have a hearing aid, what were some of the benefits you've found? [I sought her permission before posting this. Community is so important.] #estherssketchbook#illustration#drawing#sketchdailies#sketchbook#kids#lifewithkids#parentlife#teens#momlife#cartoon#autobiocomics#instacomic#cartoonillustration#parenting#hearingloss#hearingaid#tween#resound