Saturday morning means sleeping in, reading the paper, and revelling in the rays of laziness. Unless your son has music lessons at 8:45 a.m. I sit in the music studio, editing my humour manuscript for the 16th time. It’s ceased to be funny. Will’s private lesson ends, mere minutes before Vivian’s parented music lesson begins. Will’s […]
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Music lessons and liquor
If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you know I love to complain about music lessons. As much as I love the program (and I do!), it still is a showcase for my kids’ misbehaviour and their spirited tendencies (euphemism of the day). I wrote about the trials of attending a music class […]
Music Lessons and the Vomit Key
It’s Whiteboard Wednesday. If you missed last week, this means that I post one of the bizarre statements that came reeling out of my mouth over the past few days. Three weeks ago, my kids started taking music lessons. They practice on a keyboard which my husband bought for $100. If you’ve ever tried to […]