The transition back to scheduled life around here has had its good moments (Barnacle Boy deciding on, shopping for and making dinner the first week of classes) and its less than stellar moments (a mom meltdown over the third shopping trip for school supplies that could not wait until the weekend). When I told my merry men to chalk that last up to my being an OWM (overwhelmed working mother), Crash wondered why it wasn't OWWM. "Because overwhelmed is one word." I noted. "Seriously?" said Crash around a forkful of mashed potatoes. "I'm sure."
Overwhelmed is one word. And one that can be applied to parents in general (no matter where they work) at this time of year: OWM or OWD or OWP anyone?
The Boy's math teacher did an exercise on properties of sets where the kids had a list of text message abbreviations and were asked to circle ones they know, ones their parents knew and see what the intersection of the sets were. The result? Unlike the pitched-for-teens ring tone which I can never hear, these I can learn to hear/read. New to my vocabulary: POS = parent over shoulder.