School started this week for my little peeps. I don't know if anyone else has the same experience, but I can predict with ABSOLUTE certainty the pattern for the first week.
Day One - 6:30AM
Children are wide awake, dressed, backpacks loaded and fixing their own breakfasts
Day Two- 6:30 AM
Children awaken with a few gentle nudges, get dressed(Dad has to do their ties because it is Chapel...they gag, roll their eyes and howl at the moon in general)then argue the merits of trail mix or pudding for their backpak snacks and Dad is fixing breakfast
Day Three 6:30 AM (which was this am)
Children are still asleep. Dad is downstairs fixing breakfast. One, two, three calls for breakfast. Sleepy eyed kidlets stumble from bed. Pull on uniforms (yay for lack of freedom of expression!) Mom packs snacks, pushes them out door.
Tomorrow is Friday, early dismissal. It's spirit day which means "wear a school tee and shorts and party on!"
I'm thinking tomorrow will be easier...yes?
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Waiting
I feel like the Lone Ranger
without Tonto
or Silver
My boys don't start school until next Monday, but they are deep in the throes of football season (practice at least)
All the other neighborhood kids are back.....or are going back this week.
The only thing left to do is buy school uniforms and the pending damage to my bank account makes me lightheaded.
I feel like I should have been enrolled in some type of 30 day "back to school mommy boot camp" to prepare for the oncoming deluge.
1) 5 circuits of various office supply store forays to find ALL the items on the school supply list.
2) 10 circuits of going through each child/recruits clothes from last year to see what can be salvaged.
3) 20 circuits of cramming in every last sleep-over, play date and "fun days" to tide the juvenile recruits over to Christmas.
Are you tired reading that? I know I am.
You know the fable of the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dyke?
Yeah
That would be me. Waiting for the mayhem of the school year to come washing over me in big crashing waves.
Anyone have a spare index finger they want to lend me?
Or a canoe? Maybe a personal flotation device?
I'm not picky....any port in a storm
without Tonto
or Silver
My boys don't start school until next Monday, but they are deep in the throes of football season (practice at least)
All the other neighborhood kids are back.....or are going back this week.
The only thing left to do is buy school uniforms and the pending damage to my bank account makes me lightheaded.
I feel like I should have been enrolled in some type of 30 day "back to school mommy boot camp" to prepare for the oncoming deluge.
1) 5 circuits of various office supply store forays to find ALL the items on the school supply list.
2) 10 circuits of going through each child/recruits clothes from last year to see what can be salvaged.
3) 20 circuits of cramming in every last sleep-over, play date and "fun days" to tide the juvenile recruits over to Christmas.
Are you tired reading that? I know I am.
You know the fable of the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dyke?
Yeah
That would be me. Waiting for the mayhem of the school year to come washing over me in big crashing waves.
Anyone have a spare index finger they want to lend me?
Or a canoe? Maybe a personal flotation device?
I'm not picky....any port in a storm
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Reeeeeeaaaaaallllllly?
I don't know whether to file this as:
"Understatement of the Year"
"Dunderheaded Quote of the Year"
"Or I'm a fame mongrel looking for my 5 minutes"
Read the last sentence....you be the judge
OUCH
"Understatement of the Year"
"Dunderheaded Quote of the Year"
"Or I'm a fame mongrel looking for my 5 minutes"
Read the last sentence....you be the judge
OUCH
Monday, August 06, 2007
I have returned
from vacation.
The deets?
18 people, which translates to cousins GALORE for the kiddos to romp with and only ONE night of cooking on my part. Well to be honest, I also assisted on the prep chef detail on several other nights because I wield a wicked fast knife.
And because my idea of fun is to hang with my BIL and SIL on their respective nights and drink wine and help with the creative process.
We all stay in one HUGE house on Hilton Head, my inlaws. It sounds impressive, but the reality is we only get to use it one week out of the year. The rest of the time it's rented out to pay the mortgage.
Equal parts sun, biking, beach and Bloody Mary's.
I am positively golden in color and glowing with plenty of sleep.
I slept til 8 AM every day! For a 6AM call girl that is my idea of heaven.
My kids also ate individual boxes of cereal every morning. So I didn't have to get up and feed them. The kind that comes in a pack of twenty and maybe only 1/3 are marginally good for you.
But hey....they only do it once a year. And the lack of circles under my eyes is a good trade off for the sugar ingested in that short time span....in my opinion.
And to cap it off, the last night? Me and my SIL's abandoned our kiddos to the tender mercies of their male parental units so we could take a LONG stroll on the beach.
and when it was completely dark?
We took off ALL our clothes and ran hand and hand into the warm salty water and flung our (temporarily immature)
naked not nekkid selves into the surf, giggling like the slightly tipsy nutcases that we were/are.
Note to those who MIGHT be worried about our bravado. We had cell phones and flashlights, we knew our beach path marker number and we marked the entrance by dragging a big ole discarded lounge chair as if to say "hey you nutcases...here is your crumb to the path home"
Also to be noted. The reason for all the responsible precautions is because I and a SIL not to be named, earlier in the week, had taken off for an after dinner stroll down the beach, without ANY of the above mentioned items. One hour and many arguments about the inconsistencies and loose ends of HP7 later, we found ourselves in the dark and unable to find our path home. Fortunately, "50A" was sticking in my mind. We turned off and I recognized the home of the parents of one of my hometown girlies and I knew we only had to double back 4 markers.
Our "responsible bravado" aside, I highly recommend this type of vacay for mommy types who have too many responsibilities and not enough time to decompress.
Naked on the beach.
It's not just a froufrou drink ya know?
The deets?
18 people, which translates to cousins GALORE for the kiddos to romp with and only ONE night of cooking on my part. Well to be honest, I also assisted on the prep chef detail on several other nights because I wield a wicked fast knife.
And because my idea of fun is to hang with my BIL and SIL on their respective nights and drink wine and help with the creative process.
We all stay in one HUGE house on Hilton Head, my inlaws. It sounds impressive, but the reality is we only get to use it one week out of the year. The rest of the time it's rented out to pay the mortgage.
Equal parts sun, biking, beach and Bloody Mary's.
I am positively golden in color and glowing with plenty of sleep.
I slept til 8 AM every day! For a 6AM call girl that is my idea of heaven.
My kids also ate individual boxes of cereal every morning. So I didn't have to get up and feed them. The kind that comes in a pack of twenty and maybe only 1/3 are marginally good for you.
But hey....they only do it once a year. And the lack of circles under my eyes is a good trade off for the sugar ingested in that short time span....in my opinion.
And to cap it off, the last night? Me and my SIL's abandoned our kiddos to the tender mercies of their male parental units so we could take a LONG stroll on the beach.
and when it was completely dark?
We took off ALL our clothes and ran hand and hand into the warm salty water and flung our (temporarily immature)
naked not nekkid selves into the surf, giggling like the slightly tipsy nutcases that we were/are.
Note to those who MIGHT be worried about our bravado. We had cell phones and flashlights, we knew our beach path marker number and we marked the entrance by dragging a big ole discarded lounge chair as if to say "hey you nutcases...here is your crumb to the path home"
Also to be noted. The reason for all the responsible precautions is because I and a SIL not to be named, earlier in the week, had taken off for an after dinner stroll down the beach, without ANY of the above mentioned items. One hour and many arguments about the inconsistencies and loose ends of HP7 later, we found ourselves in the dark and unable to find our path home. Fortunately, "50A" was sticking in my mind. We turned off and I recognized the home of the parents of one of my hometown girlies and I knew we only had to double back 4 markers.
Our "responsible bravado" aside, I highly recommend this type of vacay for mommy types who have too many responsibilities and not enough time to decompress.
Naked on the beach.
It's not just a froufrou drink ya know?
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