The good, The Bad and The Frustrating

This is an unusual summer for us.  Usually my kids go to summer camp.  My kids love camp, I love my kids, I love my kids like crazy when they are at camp.  I have trouble adjusting to my kids being at camp.  This summer they are not going to camp.  I am having trouble adjusting.  So, I started this blog.  However, I also started it at a time when I hardly have any access to the Internet.  We ve moved to the cottage for the summer and I can only blog when we go home.  Fortunately our cottage is only 1/2 hour from our house (by the way, “cottage” is not a term of the north, Northerners call their cottages “camps” which caused a great deal of confusion on my part when we first moved here).  This is the good and the bad of where we live.  On the good side, Papa Bear can work all summer and still have plenty of cottage/family time.  We are also close enough so that I can run the kids and their friends to town or from town to the cottage.  It keeps the kids busy and happy.  On the bad side it keeps me busy, busy and surrounded by kids.

Does it strike anyone else as cruel that adults and teens/preteens have to live together? Once you get past those exhausting years of the cherubic faces you enter the years of diametrical opposition.  It seems that our desires are always at opposite ends of the spectrum.  When I want quiet they want noise, me-cottage they-city, me-cooperation they-opposition, me-sleep they-noisy activity, me-activity they-inertia.  What is this? A great big cosmic joke?  O.K. I get it, I remember my teen years all too well.

I recently had lunch with a friend (it happens from time to time)).  I mentioned my surprise at discovering the emotionality of preteen and teenaged boys.  She responded by saying, “and no one told us that they get hit with their hormones just as we are getting hit with ours!”  Ain t that the truth sister!

So far it is a great summer, we are enjoying one anothers company and we are in sync with each other,  but it is only the fifth day.  How long can I hope this honeymoon will last?

So, I will spend my summer trying to enjoy the cottage and my time with the kids and I will try even harder to ignore the frustrations.  This way my summers will become the golden memories that I will fondly relive as I sit in the nursing home awaiting visitors.

School s Out For Summer

A few things I want to say- all unrelated.

First of all, I love summer.  Most of all I love the lack of structure. I love staying up late and sleeping in.  I love swimming in the lake.  I love hanging with my kids until they make me crazy.

Do you think that at the age of 47 if you are being called “as incorrigible as ever” that it is time for family to enjoy this personality trait and just not try to corrige you?

Is The Artiste right and I really am mean when my mother says that she s old and he lovingly replies, “no you re not old Bubby” and I say “Yeah she is” .  I thought that she just taught us never to lie and that I was actually being a good daughter.  I m 47 for heavens sake, I m old!

Last point – my keyboard is quirky.  Everywhere that you see a space where there should be an apostrophe or there is an apostrophe missing (as in the title of this post) I am not just some illiterate who has been let loose near a key board – I am someone who has been let loose near a keyboard that refuses to type apostrophes.

Enjoy your weekend all.  I shall be busy being incorrigible. : )

Hello out there.

I chose my blog name for two reasons. It gets cold here in the winter, very cold. I should also add that it gets very hot here in the summer, winter just feels so much longer. As for the challah, if I don t bake it we don t eat it.

I lead a fairly average, happy life.  I am a busy, not too busy, mother of four who enjoys among other things, reading blogs.

I love living in northern Ontario but on occasion I feel isolated from the Jewish community.  I started reading blogs (not that long ago)  during Operation Cast Lead as a way to connect with the greater community out there and I have been hooked ever since. So now it seems to me that it is my time to enter my voice into the great big blogosphere. I hope that you can relate to our lives or if not that we are somewhat interesting to you.  If not, I hope you find a different blog that appeals to you.

Our family consists of myself (Momma Bear), my husband (Papa Bear), our eldest son (The Artiste), our twin boys (Seek and Destroy) and our youngest and only daughter (Sports Girl).

Since I mentioned bears you might like to know that we had a young bear on our front lawn last week.  I did not get to see it but a neighbour took a picture for us.  I am no great fan of bears, but yes, I know we are in their territory.  Although, we have been here for so long I question this argument.  We have watched their appearances become more and more frequent since the cancellation of the spring bear hunt.  To all you big city animal lovers come play on my lawn any time. : )

On that friendly note, welcome to my blog.

To anyone commenting on my blog I will make the same request of you that I make of my children when they go to friends houses or almost anywhere in public: Be a mensch.

I look forward to hearing from you and I hope you enjoy my blog.