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I taught for several years at a residential school for children with emotional disabilities before staying home after the birth of my second daughter. I returned to teaching, finished my Educational Leadership program in May of 2012, and now work as our district's Writing and Social Studies Coordinator. I have always loved writing and find constant inspiration from my family. Maybe someday, I will get to see my name on the cover of a book!

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Slice of Life: A Smoothie Disaster


On Tuesdays, the community of Two Writing Teachers hosts the Slice of Life. Join the incredible community by writing a snippet of life, or even join with just a comment or two. Everyone is welcome!

Last night's twitter chat was inspiring as the community of Two Writing Teachers discussed how we live and teach writerly lives. This morning, I wasn't sure what I was going to write, and then my daughters provided inspiration with the catastrophe of a spilled smoothie. I only wish I had the good sense to take pictures, but you will all have to use my words and your imagination in order to bring this story to life. Let's start by saying that I make smoothies for my high school daughters every morning, and I make them with plenty of blueberries so they are a lovely purple color. 

This morning, we had a welcome 90 minute delay, but it's amazing how extra time can make us all late. Are we the only ones who experience this paradox? 

With the extra time, I collected and started the girls' laundry, a job I usually leave for them. I guess the extra time made me feel generous, and I was stuck with my writing, trying to decide on my slice for the day. 

A little while later, Julia and Clare rushed around the kitchen gathering their lunches, snacks, bags, backpacks--for whatever reason, Julia seemed like she had even more to carry than usual.

"Don't forget your smoothie," I said, sensing that the red solo cup would be left on the counter since the hands were so full. 

I didn't look up again as the two of them headed for the garage, but I did look up when Julia burst through the door a minute later. I didn't see her, as I was in the library, but I did hear her:


"I hate your smoothie," she said. No, she yelled. Her feet pounded up the stairs.

Clare was right behind her through the kitchen door, but she was laughing. 

"Smoothie catastrophe, Mom," she said. "We need some towels."

Clare and I headed to the garage with a roll of paper towels, a garbage bag, and my container of cleaning wipes. I wasn't sure what we were going to find. Drops of purple smoothie led to the garage, becoming less and less like drops and more and more like blobs as I got closer to the car. Splashes of purple smoothie were all over the door and the floor. Fortunately, she hadn't spilled too much on the seat.

Clare and I were just finishing cleaning the mess when Julia reappeared in a new and clean outfit. 

"There's a little more laundry," Julia said. "Sorry."

No problem. I just wanted the time to write my slice! I'd found a good one!

Happy Slicing!

10 comments:

  1. Oh no! I hope she wasn't wearing white! Slices appear at the most opportune times. :-)

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  2. It all worked out - disaster cleaned up, slice recorded. So glad you joined in the Twitter chat last night, Melanie!

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  3. It all worked out - disaster cleaned up, slice recorded. So glad you joined in the Twitter chat last night, Melanie!

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  4. Melanie,
    What a great slice! And I could picture this VERY vividly including the feet pounding up the stairs!!! YAY! Sound effects!

    Good to see you last night!

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  5. Ha ha - great imagery of the purple drops everywhere! At least you found some writing inspiration!

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  6. Such a fun slice! You did a fantastic job painting a picture in my mind with your words. Your girls are lucky to have a mom that makes them breakfast...and cleans it up when a mess abounds.

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  7. Love it, and that she stomped up the stairs for "new" clothes. That's not easy considering that some teens take a while choosing. You wrote it beautifully, great lead up, & we were all imagining purple--everywhere. Interesting two hours!

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  8. Oh the things your daughters do for you! :-)

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  9. All's well that ends well. I just hope Julia got something for breakfast! Delayed openings always make me late, too. I had to set the timer this morning so I'll get in the shower on time. I've got seven minutes!

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