So, it makes me kinda pissy to hear/read :
Canada Post workers finally back to work.
Umm. No. Not quite right.
Vince works for Canada Post and is not in a unionized position. He’s in management.
I can tell you that for the last three weeks he’s been working twelve-hour days, if not longer.
He’s been getting into the office at 5:30 a.m. in the hopes of still being able to put in a full day’s work despite being held up by the union on his way in. He’s a very conscientious worker, always has been.
For Vince, the last three weeks have included long days, physical delivery of government mail when some union workers refused to do so, a police escort out of the office when there was a ‘nobody leaves the building’ threat, stressful chatter of possible lay offs if the strike went on, and much more.
In other words, he’s been at work.
I realize that Canada Post is mainly made up of unionized workers, but there are some, about twenty thousand others, who have been at work. Behind the scenes.
Working harder than ever.
Just something to think about.
Or maybe I just needed to get that out.
Yah. That’s probably it.
This is all too much, too fast. At least for me it is.
My first born, my Big, is graduating.
Fine. So the fact that he’s only five, and I’m a raging mess should be an indicator that I need serious help, but what can I say.
We’ve been at our little Montessori school for three years. He started there just before turning three. He’s had the same lovely, amazingly sweet and patient teacher for three years. He loves her. Who’s kidding here, I love her! She has shared in seeing Big grow and become the little man he is. And with him being at school for five mornings for the last three years, she knows a side of him that I don’t. And she’s extremely patient. Did I mention that I’m in awe of her patience?
So here it was. Graduation Day.
A little concert preceded the ceremony. It was cute. Three to five year olds trying to perform a handful of songs that included The Chicken Dance and The Macarena. I’m sure there was a French song in there, but I was laughing too hard to notice! And yes, before you even ask – I was already crying. In case you’ve missed this somehow – I’m a SAP!
Then the moment came; the director was going to present the graduates with their diplomas.
So off went the Third Year Casas (Senior Kindergarten)
And when they came back, this is what I saw.
How was I to not cry.
A cap and gown? Come on now! I wept. And I wept.
Big – we are so, so proud of you. We love you.