COMMUNITY COLUMNIST: Glad to know I’m not the only one

News Oct 14, 2014 Hamilton Mountain News

By Sabrina Jaspers, special to the News

“What’s seventy-five cents multiplied by nine?” I called up the stairs to my husband.

At first, silence. Then finally, “What?” he replied, with the sound of confusion and sleep still in his voice.

It was 7:30 a.m. Our September day had already morphed into school mode. On this particular day I was trying to calculate out how many dollars I needed to send for the pizza lunches and milk program.

I couldn’t find a calculator, or any change, so I quickly wrote a note saying, “Will pay next week.” Phew. Okay, what next?

Our oldest is four years old and he started junior kindergarten this year. We live on the west Mountain where he attends Calvin Christian School. This is our first experience with school, and we are all a little excited and disorganized.

The days he attends school, I become an efficient, and somewhat discombobulated, machine. This morning I was packing snacks while my twins finished their cereal. I was peeling an apple like a champion when my son came sporting only a T-shirt and one sock.

“Can you help me with my other sock, Mom? It’s too bunchy!”

I assisted with the sock dilemma, then glanced at the school calendar that is taped to the fridge and then I realize it is Red Day. My son is wearing purple. Does he own a red shirt? Where is the clean laundry? I proceed to rummage through a few drawers before deciding that he doesn’t actually own a red shirt. How does he not own a red shirt?

I’m starting off a bit foggy, but we will get into the swing of things soon, I hope.  We will find our rhythms like most families, or then again maybe we won’t.

Something tells me I am not alone. We live in the Gourley Park neighbourhood and this young and family-friendly neighbourhood also becomes an efficient community on weekdays. School buses are going by my window, the sidewalks are full of families going by for the morning drop-off.

I am always happy when I see another mom sporting wet hair while taking her children to school. I find it personally validating.

Yes, these mornings are hard and hectic, but we got our children to this point.

We took care of them and slept in half-hour increments to get them here, and now they are off. We couldn’t be more pleased.

Sabrina Jaspers is a Mountain resident, blogger and social worker.

If you would like to write in this space, call editor Gord Bowes at 905-664-8800 ext. 335.

COMMUNITY COLUMNIST: Glad to know I’m not the only one

News Oct 14, 2014 Hamilton Mountain News

By Sabrina Jaspers, special to the News

“What’s seventy-five cents multiplied by nine?” I called up the stairs to my husband.

At first, silence. Then finally, “What?” he replied, with the sound of confusion and sleep still in his voice.

It was 7:30 a.m. Our September day had already morphed into school mode. On this particular day I was trying to calculate out how many dollars I needed to send for the pizza lunches and milk program.

I couldn’t find a calculator, or any change, so I quickly wrote a note saying, “Will pay next week.” Phew. Okay, what next?

Our oldest is four years old and he started junior kindergarten this year. We live on the west Mountain where he attends Calvin Christian School. This is our first experience with school, and we are all a little excited and disorganized.

The days he attends school, I become an efficient, and somewhat discombobulated, machine. This morning I was packing snacks while my twins finished their cereal. I was peeling an apple like a champion when my son came sporting only a T-shirt and one sock.

“Can you help me with my other sock, Mom? It’s too bunchy!”

I assisted with the sock dilemma, then glanced at the school calendar that is taped to the fridge and then I realize it is Red Day. My son is wearing purple. Does he own a red shirt? Where is the clean laundry? I proceed to rummage through a few drawers before deciding that he doesn’t actually own a red shirt. How does he not own a red shirt?

I’m starting off a bit foggy, but we will get into the swing of things soon, I hope.  We will find our rhythms like most families, or then again maybe we won’t.

Something tells me I am not alone. We live in the Gourley Park neighbourhood and this young and family-friendly neighbourhood also becomes an efficient community on weekdays. School buses are going by my window, the sidewalks are full of families going by for the morning drop-off.

I am always happy when I see another mom sporting wet hair while taking her children to school. I find it personally validating.

Yes, these mornings are hard and hectic, but we got our children to this point.

We took care of them and slept in half-hour increments to get them here, and now they are off. We couldn’t be more pleased.

Sabrina Jaspers is a Mountain resident, blogger and social worker.

If you would like to write in this space, call editor Gord Bowes at 905-664-8800 ext. 335.

COMMUNITY COLUMNIST: Glad to know I’m not the only one

News Oct 14, 2014 Hamilton Mountain News

By Sabrina Jaspers, special to the News

“What’s seventy-five cents multiplied by nine?” I called up the stairs to my husband.

At first, silence. Then finally, “What?” he replied, with the sound of confusion and sleep still in his voice.

It was 7:30 a.m. Our September day had already morphed into school mode. On this particular day I was trying to calculate out how many dollars I needed to send for the pizza lunches and milk program.

I couldn’t find a calculator, or any change, so I quickly wrote a note saying, “Will pay next week.” Phew. Okay, what next?

Our oldest is four years old and he started junior kindergarten this year. We live on the west Mountain where he attends Calvin Christian School. This is our first experience with school, and we are all a little excited and disorganized.

The days he attends school, I become an efficient, and somewhat discombobulated, machine. This morning I was packing snacks while my twins finished their cereal. I was peeling an apple like a champion when my son came sporting only a T-shirt and one sock.

“Can you help me with my other sock, Mom? It’s too bunchy!”

I assisted with the sock dilemma, then glanced at the school calendar that is taped to the fridge and then I realize it is Red Day. My son is wearing purple. Does he own a red shirt? Where is the clean laundry? I proceed to rummage through a few drawers before deciding that he doesn’t actually own a red shirt. How does he not own a red shirt?

I’m starting off a bit foggy, but we will get into the swing of things soon, I hope.  We will find our rhythms like most families, or then again maybe we won’t.

Something tells me I am not alone. We live in the Gourley Park neighbourhood and this young and family-friendly neighbourhood also becomes an efficient community on weekdays. School buses are going by my window, the sidewalks are full of families going by for the morning drop-off.

I am always happy when I see another mom sporting wet hair while taking her children to school. I find it personally validating.

Yes, these mornings are hard and hectic, but we got our children to this point.

We took care of them and slept in half-hour increments to get them here, and now they are off. We couldn’t be more pleased.

Sabrina Jaspers is a Mountain resident, blogger and social worker.

If you would like to write in this space, call editor Gord Bowes at 905-664-8800 ext. 335.