<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642652293688645877</id><updated>2024-09-04T16:04:13.315-07:00</updated><category term="2011"/><category term="May 28"/><title type='text'>Principal Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>I am an elementary school principal and the mother of a blended family. My husband and I have been married for 6 years. I have 3,4,12 and 14 year old daughters. The 12 and 14 year olds have grown in my heart where the 3 and 4 year olds are my biological children. We, as a family of 6, struggle to make our daily lives work as I find convenient shortcuts to life&#39;s daily problems.  I also provide educational tips for parents with children in preschool through high school.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zadiaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17401643916146040737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642652293688645877.post-7409500138388477330</id><published>2011-06-12T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:36:08.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Sunday evening</title><content type='html'>This is a typical Sunday evening.&amp;nbsp; Let&#39;s see, do the laundry, pack the snacks for snacktime, load naptime blankets and sheets into the car and bathe the children.&amp;nbsp; Then I need to wash and comb everyone&#39;s hair (except my husband&#39;s--he doesn&#39;t have any). I&#39;m going to have to remember everything that can&#39;t be taken out of the refrigerator until morning. The way I do that is to hang an empty bag on the front door so that when I go to leave I wonder why it is there and go back for the stuff I need to take.&amp;nbsp; I will need to decide what I&#39;m wearing tomorrow and put a week&#39;s worth of clothes in the organizer for the children. My hubby and I will talk about the dinner plan for Monday and he will &quot;take something out of the freezer.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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I do all of this and what is my loving spouse doing...sleeping.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Word from the Wise:&amp;nbsp; A man works from sun to sun but a woman&#39;s work is never done.&amp;nbsp; Accept it and move on.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m still trying and will probably nag my husband for help.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/feeds/7409500138388477330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/06/typical-sunday-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/7409500138388477330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/7409500138388477330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/06/typical-sunday-evening.html' title='Typical Sunday evening'/><author><name>Zadiaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17401643916146040737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642652293688645877.post-1856468580712433368</id><published>2011-06-07T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T18:46:47.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip For a High School Graduation</title><content type='html'>We&#39;ve just returned from a good trip to Pittsburgh. The drive both ways was great. Weather and traffic were great and the kids were fine with their dvds. The drive to Pittsburgh is about 3 1/2 hours from our home so 2 dvds used up the entire drive time.&amp;nbsp; Once we were in Pittsburgh we rushed into the home of&amp;nbsp;a relative and changed into clean clothes to attend my niece&#39;s graduation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We attended the graduation and later went to dinner with the graduate and&amp;nbsp;our extended family.&amp;nbsp;At the dinner there was talk of college and money and all things&amp;nbsp;after high school. My niece had done well in high school and dreamed of a film career after college.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I encouraged her at every opportunity and hoped she would apply and attend college.&amp;nbsp; We hosted a BBQ for her the next day and&amp;nbsp;welcomed her into her independence.&lt;br /&gt;
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Word from the Wise:&amp;nbsp; Say what you want, our children will learn from what we do. My husband and I believe in education so we made the 3 1/2 hour drive&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;our little ones to&amp;nbsp;reinforce the importance of education for our niece. I plan to&amp;nbsp;&quot;show up&quot; for her at every graduation she has&amp;nbsp;in my lifetime.&amp;nbsp; Education is important.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/feeds/1856468580712433368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/06/road-trip-for-high-school-graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/1856468580712433368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/1856468580712433368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/06/road-trip-for-high-school-graduation.html' title='Road Trip For a High School Graduation'/><author><name>Zadiaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17401643916146040737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642652293688645877.post-2657604063594519088</id><published>2011-05-31T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T00:50:46.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memorable Memorial Day continued</title><content type='html'>Word from the wise:&amp;nbsp; It is always a good idea to give your toddlers warnings about when the fun will be ending.&amp;nbsp; Transitions&amp;nbsp;can be&amp;nbsp;hard for little children.&amp;nbsp; I choose to use warnings that include time but one could easily substitute activities for smaller children.&amp;nbsp; Say something like &quot;we are going to go after your next slide&quot; or &quot;It is time to go, one more slide before we go.&amp;nbsp; That way children have time to process the transition or negotiate a little more time. If you know you have a negotiator, build that into your transition time. It also helps them to transition when you give them something to transition to that is positive for them.&amp;nbsp; Once in the car, I told my girls that we would go home, take a bath, eat dinner and have a Fruit by the Foot. Only then did my 3 year old&amp;nbsp;begin to recover from&amp;nbsp;leaving the playground.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/feeds/2657604063594519088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorable-memorial-day-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/2657604063594519088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/2657604063594519088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorable-memorial-day-continued.html' title='A Memorable Memorial Day continued'/><author><name>Zadiaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17401643916146040737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642652293688645877.post-3349044174584353199</id><published>2011-05-31T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T00:39:34.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memorable Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>We&#39;ve moved back home and are settling into our old routines.&amp;nbsp; This week will serve as the mold for the next few months. With the school year winding down, the discussions about homework and grades will end for a while. The discussions will turn from homework and grades to summer activities and reading. We tried and successfully had a low keyed memorial day with lots of free play for the girls and quiet time for me and my husband.&amp;nbsp; Our house, we&amp;nbsp;once thought too small,&amp;nbsp;seems like a mansion since we&#39;ve spent the last six weeks in one room.&amp;nbsp; At around 5 p.m., I decided to take the girls to the playground to burn some energy. They were thrilled. So we loaded into our minivan, made a quick stop at KFC to pick up some grilled chicken and sides and headed to one of our favorite playgrounds.&amp;nbsp; Once&amp;nbsp;my girls saw the playground, eating was out of the question.&amp;nbsp; They raced toward the swings and insisted on being pushed. After the&amp;nbsp;swings the children raced from one thing to the next&amp;nbsp;on the playground finally settling on the sand play area.&amp;nbsp; In short order, my&amp;nbsp;3 year old had sand in her hair and eyes.&amp;nbsp;She ran to me crying that she had bumped her head on the&amp;nbsp;equipment and demanded that I kiss her boo boo. After giving her one of mommy&#39;s magic kisses, I proceeded to help her get the&amp;nbsp;sand out of her eyes. As soon as her full vision was restored she ran back to the sand area. I quietly ate my grilled chicken and slaw while watching my girls play. After about 2 hours, I decided it was time to go home. It was getting dark and late. I gave my girls the usual 10 minute warning and began&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;watch the time closely.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I yelled out&amp;nbsp;a five minute warning to my girls and opened the automatic door on our Toyota Sienna to cool the interior of the vehicle. I gathered the uneaten food and put it in the&amp;nbsp;van. Since I had parked parallel to the playground&amp;nbsp;and not in a parking space, I&amp;nbsp;remained only steps away from the bench I sat in to watch my girls.&amp;nbsp;Since I&#39;m a paranoid mom who wants only to watch my girls grow up healthy, secure, happy and&amp;nbsp;yes successful (meaning they don&#39;t live in my basement when they are 40), I never took my eyes off of them.&amp;nbsp; I called to them hoping the warnings would stave off the tantrums that usually followed a good time. My 4 year old came quickly although unhappy about leaving her beloved playground.&amp;nbsp; My 3 year old was another story. She responded as if she had been shot. She threw herself on the ground and began to wail. I quietly picked her up and moved toward our minivan.&amp;nbsp; Once we were all loaded and buckled in, I took us home. A warm bath and the bedtime routine.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/feeds/3349044174584353199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorable-memorial-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/3349044174584353199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/3349044174584353199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorable-memorial-day.html' title='A Memorable Memorial Day'/><author><name>Zadiaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17401643916146040737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642652293688645877.post-1632290350195957145</id><published>2011-05-28T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T19:32:15.901-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="May 28"/><title type='text'>Going home</title><content type='html'>Today we left the last hotel and came home. My 3 and 4 year olds were so excited to sleep in their own beds away from mom and dad. I thought going home would be easy but soon realized the work we had ahead of us.&amp;nbsp; Lets see, we needed new blinds, an area rug for the little girls&#39; room and&amp;nbsp;lots of cleaning products.&amp;nbsp;Then we had to put down the rug (lifting the furniture) install the blinds and clean everything.&amp;nbsp;We had to pull everything out of the closets or where ever we&#39;d stashed them&amp;nbsp;so that they would be out of the way during construction. And then there&#39;s food. Well we didn&#39;t have any food in the house (that wasn&#39;t 6 weeks old).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My children are excited about returning to their old familiar routines. School---dinner---homework----bath---1 hour of television---30 minutes of books---bed. I&#39;m excited about the possibility of rested children who don&#39;t hit their friends at school. I&#39;ll blog about my parent conference with my 3 year old&#39;s teacher about the hitting and tantrums she has been doing since we began our &quot;Ho and Tell&quot; experience. I&#39;ll also share the plan we devised to&amp;nbsp;get rid of&amp;nbsp;her inappropriate behaviors. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve never been so happy to do so much work. I am happy because I am home. I believe the 6 weeks we spent in tiny hotel rooms (smaller than our master bedroom) served to help us appreciate the home we have.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I had been praying for a way to buy a bigger home our answer came in a lesson that helped us appreciate the home we have. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today was busy and exhausting...but it was a GOOD day. &lt;br /&gt;
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Word from the wise:&amp;nbsp; Even when you think things are bad or uncomfortable they could always be worse. Appreciate the little things and look for the silver lining in all things.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/feeds/1632290350195957145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/05/going-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/1632290350195957145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/1632290350195957145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/05/going-home.html' title='Going home'/><author><name>Zadiaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17401643916146040737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642652293688645877.post-9184293478808593424</id><published>2011-05-27T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T01:03:59.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Ho and Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;My family and I have had to leave our home while repairs are being made. We had black mold.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are a family of six but had our older children stay with&amp;nbsp;their mother&amp;nbsp;while my husband and I lived in hotels with our 3 year old and 4 year old. We stayed at&amp;nbsp;a hotel&amp;nbsp;in Silver Spring, Maryland in April and May.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On May 7, 2011, we found two “Hide a Key” holders full of crack cocaine in our room. I do not have the background experience necessary to know what I’d found but got nervous when I saw the world’s smallest Ziploc bag with small white rocks and powder in them.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In a panic, my husband began flushing the drugs down the toilet in fear that our youngest, who still eats off the floor despite our best efforts, would get into the drugs.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then as my husband was flushing, I realized that guests who have this amount of drugs probably wouldn’t leave them behind when they couldn’t be sure they could get the same room again.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We began to worry that the drugs were stashed by a&amp;nbsp;Hotel staff&amp;nbsp;member. So we took them to the manager and talked with him confidentially.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He gave us two free nights and upon my husband’s insistence, changed our room.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t sleep at for the remainder of our stay.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I worried that the owner of the drugs would return and hurt my family. My fear was fueled by the fact that the manager sent a&amp;nbsp;hotel staff member to check our new room “for drugs”.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The confidentiality was lost at that point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;We spent the remainder of our time at the hotel in fear that someone would come back and hurt us for the drugs.&amp;nbsp; My three year old stood up from her chair and screamed &quot;I don&#39;t like this Ho and Tell, I want to go home&quot;.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I agreed and moved to a different hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;A word from the wise:&amp;nbsp; Check the bedframes of the hotels you stay in if you have young children.&amp;nbsp; Had our 3 or 4 year old children found the drugs first they might not be here today. If you find something call the police not hotel staff.&amp;nbsp; This lesson we learned the hard way. Keeping your children safe should not be this hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/feeds/9184293478808593424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/05/at-ho-and-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/9184293478808593424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642652293688645877/posts/default/9184293478808593424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://educatormom.blogspot.com/2011/05/at-ho-and-tell.html' title='At the Ho and Tell'/><author><name>Zadiaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17401643916146040737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>