One year ago today, I had my last cigarette and tomorrow night, we're going out to celebrate. After 15 years of smoking, I quit cold turkey and never touched another cigarette again.
I didn't want to quit. I had promised Wayne when we 1st got together (as a grand gesture of love) that I would quit for him, but kept finding reasons why I didn't. I told him things like - I had to do it because I wanted to and it would have to wait until I was ready.
When we moved to England, cigarettes prices soured from $5 (for a pack of 20) to nearly $11 (
The other mother and I went into the school to meet with the teacher and the assistant head. We both let them know how upset we were that we were not informed that our children were sent to the office and how much we were against the children being allowed to play fighting games on the playground. I told them I wouldn't allow it at home and I'm really unhappy that it's being allowed at school. They admitted it was a problem and explained that they are planning to introduce a a scheme to teach the children to play in a safe way. They will be calling it 'Super Hero Training'. They plan to give out capes & masks out to children who behave well as rewards at playtime. They will have assemblies where they will teach the children to play fighting games without making contact. I find this to be absurd. The problem has gone on to long and I doubt they will be able to teach little children to change their games when they have sixty other children to look after on