Well, the giddiness has worn off and the effects of early mornings are setting in. Don't mistake that for complaining, I'll take early in exchange for figuring out yet another way to entertain 3 bored children.
I feel like I should explain, lest anybody think I don't adore my children. When my children get bored, some sort of something comes over them and I'm convinced they conspire a thousand different ways they can destroy something in this house. Or on each other.
I'm serious, they don't complain about being bored, they just...do stuff. Like get into the flour jar and dump it in the corner of Davis' bedroom on all his shoes. Why? I mean, it would be great if I had an idea.
It should be noted that Davis refused to speak to me for an hour after dropping the girls off at school. I had to pack a lunch for him because he was feeling left out. So I let him bring it with us in the car and he wanted to bring it in the school while we dropped the other two off. I'm pretty sure he thought I couldn't say no to him staying at school when he had his lunchbox and everything.
I ended up having to take him to Hobby Lobby to look at the Christmas trees before he would forgive me. I've never gotten the stink eye from one kid so many times in one day.
Anyway, first day of school went great and the girls loved it. So did mom.
:)
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
6 days, 8 hours, 25 min and 57 seconds
until school starts!!!!!! Sweet Moses, I don't know if I can wait that long!!
I love my babies, but they are reminding me about every 5 minutes why I firmly believe teachers need a HUGE raise.
Kennedy will be in 2nd grade; Finley is starting Kindergarten. I. am. old.
Speaking of old, I saw this odd looking freckle on my leg and started to panic about all the time I've spent in the sun and why didn't I listen to my mother when she said to always wear sunscreen and why can't I just be happy to be pasty white and how come I never wear the 100 spf they say I should wear....
it was a bit of dried chocolate ice cream.
I mean, really? I wasted chocolate ice cream?
Le. Sigh.
I love my babies, but they are reminding me about every 5 minutes why I firmly believe teachers need a HUGE raise.
Kennedy will be in 2nd grade; Finley is starting Kindergarten. I. am. old.
Speaking of old, I saw this odd looking freckle on my leg and started to panic about all the time I've spent in the sun and why didn't I listen to my mother when she said to always wear sunscreen and why can't I just be happy to be pasty white and how come I never wear the 100 spf they say I should wear....
it was a bit of dried chocolate ice cream.
I mean, really? I wasted chocolate ice cream?
Le. Sigh.
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