Tag: Amphibians

Little Green Tree Froggie

The problem with Stay-at-Home orders across the country isn’t that I can’t get my hair done, or can’t do any of the other things I never did anyway. The problem with the Stay-at-Home order, is that everyone else is home to see me be…well, me.

Yesterday I was mowing my front yard. It seems like a relatively straight-forward task. Until–HOP!!! A giant tree frog hopped away from my mower. Instantly I stopped, and spent the next 2 minutes chasing it across my yard. While talking to it. “Stop. Jumping! Let me catch you so I can save you!”

Is this the first time I’ve stopped mowing to save an amphibian? Of course it isn’t! Last week I temporarily relocated 2 toads and a salamander. It happens pretty much every time I mow. I am not about to commit Amphibicide.

The only difference now, as compared to 6 weeks ago–my neighbors are all home to see me running around my yard, harassing Kermit’s family members. And also, rather than finding new amphibifriends (kissing them to make sure they aren’t under a witch’s spell), and setting them free, now I’m running to my house screaming, “Shea! Xander! Look what I found!!!” Like the adult that I am.

Ok, I don’t kiss frogs–or any other amphibians. But I do get overly excited when I realize last season’s tenants have moved back in to the usual tree frog locations. underneath a small overhang above the back door. In a nook in the shed. And now my random amphibian trio living underneath a splash block.

Georgia is getting ready to ease up on their stay at home order; Alabama isn’t making any changes yet. Honestly, I want everyone to stay safe and avoid this horrible virus. Maybe I can just get sign for my front yard: Caution–This Homeowner Rescues Frogs.

What would the Lorax version for Amphibians be? That would be me.

I’m just going to keep saving my frogs, and relocating them to the back yard…where I can talk to them without the random neighbor seeing me!

Take This Job and Shove It

Day One of Google Classroom was expected to be a success. I had glanced over the assignments each child had in advance. I split school hours between both kids, so they would have an hour of school time and and hour of some other time. We started school at 9; by 9:30, I was ready to start drinking.

Which is crazy, because I don’t drink!

Ok…during Coronapocalypse I have taken to enjoying one drink each night, while I make dinner. But Justin said it doesn’t even count, because my “drink” is a 24oz pineapple smoothie with one shot of Malibu. Also, it takes me about 4 hours to drink it. What can I say, I know how to party.

I understand that we’re all new to this, and with it being the first day of online classroom biz, there are bound to be some glitches. Except the glitch rate is about 90%.

Last night while Justin and I were getting ready for bed, I foolishly said, “the kids’ assignments are posted for the entire week–who knows, maybe they’ll be completely finished by the end of tomorrow!” What’s the saying? If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans? Well, guess who’s having a good hard laugh today?

By 3pm I had already gone on strike and quit my job…except that I can’t go on strike, and if I quit, my kids will never finish school.

On the plus side, both kids completed their PE assignment for the day. Yey PE, for making us all feel like something has been accomplished!

I ran away from home, to work on prepping what will soon be my fruit grove? Garden? Area? Whatever, I have fruit trees that need to be planted, and the location needs work. And I needed a break from Google Classroom. Anyway, I stumbled upon my favorite tree frog in the shed–I’m assuming she’s also a mom, and is most likely hiding from her kids. 2,000 tadpoles, and not a single one will listen!

Also, out of my list of tasks I had hoped to have completed by 3pm, I have managed to was a load of laundry, and fold 2 shirts. Yup, this is going to be a great two months!

P.S. Any teacher who is doing the creating portion of this school work, as well as teaching their own children: bless you.