I cut off my gorgeously beautiful hair Saturday. My 10-inch ponytail is drying out and waiting to be mailed off to Locks for Love.
*sigh* I MISS my hair!
Monday, September 28, 2009
It's GONE! ALL GONE!
I cut off my gorgeously beautiful hair Saturday. My 10-inch ponytail is drying out and waiting to be mailed off to Locks for Love.
*sigh* I MISS my hair!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Till I'm Blue in the Face
"Put your homework in your folder and then into your backpack, please."
"Flush the toilet, Keith."
"Did you wash your hands?"
"Izzy, wake up, honey. Time to get up."
"Please put your dishes in the sink."
"Mary, here is the form for the Family Fun Night with the five dollars. Please go put that in your folder in your backpack."
"Can you PLEASE clean up the cereal that you spilled?"
"PLEASE put your homework in your folder and into your backpack!"
"Izzy--you HAVE to get dressed!"
"Mary! Dinner time!"
"Keith! You didn't finish your homework?!"
"Where is your backpack?"
"S/He no longer works here, can I direct you to ___?"
"You LOST the Family Fun Form? AND the five dollars? Didn't you put it IN YOUR BACKPACK like I asked you?"
"Where are your shoes?"
"Izzy! GET! UP!"
"MARY! COME AND EAT!"
"Go brush your teeth and give Daddy hugs and kisses."
"PUT THIS IN YOUR FOLDER AND INTO YOUR BACKPACK!"
"Keith, you STILL need to do your homework!"
"Mary! Please put down your toys and come and brush your teeth!"
"Butt on the SEAT."
"Where's your folder? Did you leave it at school?"
"Mary, please brush your hair."
"S/He no longer works here, can I direct you to ___?"
"Izzy! Hush!"
"Your homework is STILL not in your backpack!"
"Who didn't flush?"
"You left your agenda book at school AGAIN?"
"Get your shoes on."
"Please put your dishes in the sink."
"Go brush your teeth!"
"YOU HAVE TO GET UP AND GET DRESSED NOW!"
"Did you put your homework in your folder and in your backpack?"
"Put your backpack away!"
"Well, it doesn't LOOK like it, so could you please brush your hair again?"
"How many times do I have to ask...?"
...
Ugh.
"Flush the toilet, Keith."
"Did you wash your hands?"
"Izzy, wake up, honey. Time to get up."
"Please put your dishes in the sink."
"Mary, here is the form for the Family Fun Night with the five dollars. Please go put that in your folder in your backpack."
"Can you PLEASE clean up the cereal that you spilled?"
"PLEASE put your homework in your folder and into your backpack!"
"Izzy--you HAVE to get dressed!"
"Mary! Dinner time!"
"Keith! You didn't finish your homework?!"
"Where is your backpack?"
"S/He no longer works here, can I direct you to ___?"
"You LOST the Family Fun Form? AND the five dollars? Didn't you put it IN YOUR BACKPACK like I asked you?"
"Where are your shoes?"
"Izzy! GET! UP!"
"MARY! COME AND EAT!"
"Go brush your teeth and give Daddy hugs and kisses."
"PUT THIS IN YOUR FOLDER AND INTO YOUR BACKPACK!"
"Keith, you STILL need to do your homework!"
"Mary! Please put down your toys and come and brush your teeth!"
"Butt on the SEAT."
"Where's your folder? Did you leave it at school?"
"Mary, please brush your hair."
"S/He no longer works here, can I direct you to ___?"
"Izzy! Hush!"
"Your homework is STILL not in your backpack!"
"Who didn't flush?"
"You left your agenda book at school AGAIN?"
"Get your shoes on."
"Please put your dishes in the sink."
"Go brush your teeth!"
"YOU HAVE TO GET UP AND GET DRESSED NOW!"
"Did you put your homework in your folder and in your backpack?"
"Put your backpack away!"
"Well, it doesn't LOOK like it, so could you please brush your hair again?"
"How many times do I have to ask...?"
...
Ugh.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Where do the days go?
I've had something Scout or school-ish going on every day/evening since Saturday. Tonight is PTA and even though for ONCE it's in a day/time I can ACTUALLY attend, I'm NOT going. I'd like ONE NIGHT with an clean slate, thankyouverymuch.
Last night was Curriculum night for kindergarten. (The school split it up into three nights--and guess who's children were spaced just right so that she had to go to ALL THREE FREAKIN' NIGHTS?) I stayed after for a second just to introduce myself to the teacher (John met her on the first day, but I haven't had a chance yet). Mrs. M., "Oh! I just LOVE Izzy! She's always so excited every day! Every days she asks, 'WHAT are we doing today?' or 'WHAT are we reading today?'" Per Mrs. M., Izzy is one of the students REALLY into reading.
Awesome. So maybe the third-child syndrome did NOT affect her as much as I feared! See--barely reading to her AT ALL from the ages of 2 to 4 is actually making her EAGER to learn it at school! Go, Tired-and-Lazy ME!
And...Penny Update. There has been a BM, but no penny visable. I'm thinking, if she had a BM at all, that must mean that everything is running smoothly, right???
Last night was Curriculum night for kindergarten. (The school split it up into three nights--and guess who's children were spaced just right so that she had to go to ALL THREE FREAKIN' NIGHTS?) I stayed after for a second just to introduce myself to the teacher (John met her on the first day, but I haven't had a chance yet). Mrs. M., "Oh! I just LOVE Izzy! She's always so excited every day! Every days she asks, 'WHAT are we doing today?' or 'WHAT are we reading today?'" Per Mrs. M., Izzy is one of the students REALLY into reading.
Awesome. So maybe the third-child syndrome did NOT affect her as much as I feared! See--barely reading to her AT ALL from the ages of 2 to 4 is actually making her EAGER to learn it at school! Go, Tired-and-Lazy ME!
And...Penny Update. There has been a BM, but no penny visable. I'm thinking, if she had a BM at all, that must mean that everything is running smoothly, right???
Monday, September 21, 2009
Not panicking
It was an insanely busy weekend with Girl Scout recruitment events and Girl Scout meeting planning and Mary's first Girl Scout meeting. And then trying to get the housework done and trying to get to the store and trying to get something decent on the table both nights. And the horrible, horrible sinus pressure I woke up to Saturday night which reminded me that perhaps I should get some new filters for the humidifiers so that maybe I don't feel as if my face will explode every time I clench my teeth.
By Sunday night I was a fatigued mess. It's been a while since I felt THAT tired.
And then Sunday night....
Anytime Izzy finds a penny or quarter or something, she wants to put it her piggy bank. I keep the bank on a shelf in her closet--she has to ask me for it every time. No big deal. But this weekend, she seemed to find quite a handful of pennies. Sunday I took the bank down for her, and she wanted to KEEP it off the shelf. Well...OK. Whatever.
Sunday evening she and Mary are cleaning their room (OK, Mary is rearranging the stuffed animals on their beds and Izzy is just wandering around the room and not much "cleaning" is really going on). Izzy finds another penny and excitedly shows it to me, and proudly tells me she's going to put it in her bank, and even takes the bank and walks around with it and the penny and then says, "I'm going to show Daddy!" Daddy INSISTS that he did, in fact, SEE her put the penny in her bank.
Meanwhile, I'm in bedroom putting clothes away (where, except for the random pile of clothes here and there, not much cleaning ever gets done, either). Suddenly, I hear Izzy SCREAMING in her bedroom. And it's a definite "my brother or SOMETHING freaked me out and I'm SCARED" scream. She comes running into my room all frantic yelling, "I SWALLOWED A PENNY! AUUUUUUUUGH!"
I take a look at my screaming, crying, and obviously BREATHING kid (Oh. Em. GEE!), take a cleansing breath and tell her, "Well, kid, we're just going to have to wait for it to come out the other end."
I did have the random thought of taking Izzy to the 24-hr care place, but she was just OBVIOUSLY fine, so I decided to spare the insurance company and myself the cost of the x-rays which would show Abe on his way to her intestines and the obvious wait-for-nature-to-take-its-course advice I would get from the docs. I had her drink a cup of water. Asked her to please stop trying to COUGH up Abe, as he wasn't coming out THAT way anymore, and briefly wondered if I should mention it to her teachers in case SHE said something to THEM first...? John: "naaaah." Okey dokey, then!
Where on EARTH did she find YET another penny? Where is this treasure trove she has uncovered? Where on EARTH did she get the idea to put that disgusting thing in her MOUTH?
God. I'm so glad it wasn't anything worse!
By Sunday night I was a fatigued mess. It's been a while since I felt THAT tired.
And then Sunday night....
Anytime Izzy finds a penny or quarter or something, she wants to put it her piggy bank. I keep the bank on a shelf in her closet--she has to ask me for it every time. No big deal. But this weekend, she seemed to find quite a handful of pennies. Sunday I took the bank down for her, and she wanted to KEEP it off the shelf. Well...OK. Whatever.
Sunday evening she and Mary are cleaning their room (OK, Mary is rearranging the stuffed animals on their beds and Izzy is just wandering around the room and not much "cleaning" is really going on). Izzy finds another penny and excitedly shows it to me, and proudly tells me she's going to put it in her bank, and even takes the bank and walks around with it and the penny and then says, "I'm going to show Daddy!" Daddy INSISTS that he did, in fact, SEE her put the penny in her bank.
Meanwhile, I'm in bedroom putting clothes away (where, except for the random pile of clothes here and there, not much cleaning ever gets done, either). Suddenly, I hear Izzy SCREAMING in her bedroom. And it's a definite "my brother or SOMETHING freaked me out and I'm SCARED" scream. She comes running into my room all frantic yelling, "I SWALLOWED A PENNY! AUUUUUUUUGH!"
I take a look at my screaming, crying, and obviously BREATHING kid (Oh. Em. GEE!), take a cleansing breath and tell her, "Well, kid, we're just going to have to wait for it to come out the other end."
I did have the random thought of taking Izzy to the 24-hr care place, but she was just OBVIOUSLY fine, so I decided to spare the insurance company and myself the cost of the x-rays which would show Abe on his way to her intestines and the obvious wait-for-nature-to-take-its-course advice I would get from the docs. I had her drink a cup of water. Asked her to please stop trying to COUGH up Abe, as he wasn't coming out THAT way anymore, and briefly wondered if I should mention it to her teachers in case SHE said something to THEM first...? John: "naaaah." Okey dokey, then!
Where on EARTH did she find YET another penny? Where is this treasure trove she has uncovered? Where on EARTH did she get the idea to put that disgusting thing in her MOUTH?
God. I'm so glad it wasn't anything worse!
Friday, September 18, 2009
What the...?
I have an earache. The second one in so many months.
Keith wore his brand-new jeans to school the other day. When I went to pick him up from school, I noticed that throughout the school day they SUDDENLY became about an INCH too short?
Every time I send mail to the company's plant in Mexico, it comes back "No Reclamada" (unclaimed). Even after I verified I had the correct address. Um...? I KNOW people work there! And the addressee is the PLANT MANAGER!
Intramurals started this week at school--and I have YET to get paperwork/permissions slips for Mary to join.
I went to the Store-I-Don't-Like because they have an ATM from my bank. I forgot to buy milk. Then I started to walk out of the store without getting the money for the sitter. (Yes, this falls more under the heading of "Dumb Blonde" than "What the...," but I felt like whining, OK?)
Let's end this on a POSITIVE note:
A picture my neighbor took of the kids getting ready to go on the bus the first day Izzy got to ride--on the second day of school.
Keith wore his brand-new jeans to school the other day. When I went to pick him up from school, I noticed that throughout the school day they SUDDENLY became about an INCH too short?
Every time I send mail to the company's plant in Mexico, it comes back "No Reclamada" (unclaimed). Even after I verified I had the correct address. Um...? I KNOW people work there! And the addressee is the PLANT MANAGER!
Intramurals started this week at school--and I have YET to get paperwork/permissions slips for Mary to join.
I went to the Store-I-Don't-Like because they have an ATM from my bank. I forgot to buy milk. Then I started to walk out of the store without getting the money for the sitter. (Yes, this falls more under the heading of "Dumb Blonde" than "What the...," but I felt like whining, OK?)
Let's end this on a POSITIVE note:
A picture my neighbor took of the kids getting ready to go on the bus the first day Izzy got to ride--on the second day of school.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Even more so....
I apparently left my bagels in the kitchen at work the other day instead of stashing them in my desk like I normally do. So, today, when I was STARVING and CRAVING a toasted bagel with peanut butter, there were NONE.
The meeting location I picked for our GS meetings is apparently not going to work as one of the mothers has a daughter with severe allergies, and the dampness of our meeting place could set her off. Granted, the daughter actually coming to these meetings does not have allergies as severe as her sister, but the mother is still worried.
*sigh* Guess I gotta go find another meeting place.
(Yes, poor Swistle and Devan are having even worse days than I am!)
The meeting location I picked for our GS meetings is apparently not going to work as one of the mothers has a daughter with severe allergies, and the dampness of our meeting place could set her off. Granted, the daughter actually coming to these meetings does not have allergies as severe as her sister, but the mother is still worried.
*sigh* Guess I gotta go find another meeting place.
(Yes, poor Swistle and Devan are having even worse days than I am!)
Lovely
This morning as I was reaching to get the creamer from the cabinet , my fingers fumbled, and the container fell onto the counter top, knocking over my cup and it's whole contents of freshly-brewed, freshly-HOT coffee all over the counter, the floor, me and even splattering Mary who was three feet away.
RIGHT as I was getting ready to walk out the door! @#$% (No burns, thank goodness. Just annoyance.)
I can't find the GS book I just bought. I'm hoping my co-leader accidentally snagged it when we met last night.
Oh! Come to find out the troop number we were given for our new Daisy troop is still an active troop number, so we'll be getting a different one. AFTER I've already bought and IRONED the troop numbers on my daughter's uniform!
John called a little while ago to find out what time the kids can be dropped off at school. They missed the bus this morning. "What happened? Were they goofing off?" "No...," he sighed, "It was me."
RIGHT as I was getting ready to walk out the door! @#$% (No burns, thank goodness. Just annoyance.)
I can't find the GS book I just bought. I'm hoping my co-leader accidentally snagged it when we met last night.
Oh! Come to find out the troop number we were given for our new Daisy troop is still an active troop number, so we'll be getting a different one. AFTER I've already bought and IRONED the troop numbers on my daughter's uniform!
John called a little while ago to find out what time the kids can be dropped off at school. They missed the bus this morning. "What happened? Were they goofing off?" "No...," he sighed, "It was me."
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Most Peculiar, Mama.
We are all still adjusting to our new school/work schedules--but I think it's working lovely.
Izzy has good days and bad days about getting up in the mornings. The first day of school, she was fine since she was so excited, but the second day was more of my begging/pleading/nagging/demanding and her just crawling back under the covers every time I walked away.
"It's your first day riding the bus!"
"I don't care" (while grinning).
"Aren't you excited to see Mrs. M. again? And Mrs. F. and R?"
Grin: "I don't care."
"What if I tickle you?"
Really grinning, "I don't care!"
Me, laughing, "I guess I'll have to spank you, then?"
REALLY grinning, "I DON'T CARE!"
*sigh* At least she wasn't CRYING!
Yesterday I forgot to set my alarm and woke up about 20 minutes before I needed to leave for work. Izzy didn't get any sort of gentle wake-up call. No, I just pulled the covers off of her and dragged her out of bed (slowly, though, OK?), and then set her down to do her hair. So far, that has been the most pleasant morning (um, with HER) yet. Apparently forcefully dragging her semi-conscious body is the KINDEST and MOST QUIET way to get her out of bed. Who knew?
Izzy has been a little more whiny lately, and I'm wondering if it's due to all these changes (school, new day care lady, etc.). I was told she had to be "talked to" yesterday by her daycare lady because she burst into tears while Mrs. F. at the museum when they were moving on to new exhibits. Mrs. F. was surprised--and realizes that Izzy needs more transition time. I was surprised as I've never really known her to be like that for others.... So, yeah, Izzy needs to STOP the drama! Oi!
Mary is loving having her BFF over to the house every day. I know the newness of this will wear off soon. As nice as this kid is, I also know that she gets bored VERY EASILY, and I will be hard-put to keep her entertained once the cold weather sets in, and we can't go outside every day. Luckily, homework takes up PART of the time she's with us, so the entertainment time isn't as much as it could be! Yay for fourth grade homework!
We're already having issues with take-home folders and agendas and instruments being left home or at school and....ugh. WHEN does this stuff EVER click? (No comments on how much stuff *I* forget on a daily basis!)
The extra-curricular madness is about to kick in. I'm just NOT ready. First GS meetings take place in a week, and I'm still fluttering around like a lost fruit fly (Which have TAKEN OVER our garage and are trying to take over the kitchen/bathroom, and killed off all my happy live-and-let-live thoughts as I spray EVERY little red-eyed offender with Windex and smash them with a towel!). Anyway, thank goodness my co-leader for Mary's troop is so freakin' AWESOME--otherwise I'd be even more zany!
Mary decided to join choir this year instead of orchestra--she's still going to take violin lessons, she just doesn't want to be in the orchestra. The teacher called John all in a panic, "She can't! She HAS to stay in orchestra!" After talking with him a few minutes, John got out of him that Mary can still take violin lessons and not orchestra, but the teacher just really likes her and really, really wants her to stay in orchestra (we think it's because she actually BEHAVES in class and apparently yells at the other wound-up kids who DON'T). John's going to talk to Mary again, but he's still going to leave it up to her. Even though the teacher said she could do both orchestra and choir, we're afraid that's just a few too many activities going on and a little too much time out of the classroom, so we're going to give it another try and see how she feels about this choir vs. orchestra mess!
Keith? Meh--he's the same happy-go-lucky kid. His biggest concern right now seems to be whether or not his Star Wars cartridge is working in his Didj (it IS, he just has to be more PATIENT with it) and whether or not he can take his Pokemon cards to school (yes, but....well, we're pretty sure he's getting jipped on his trades since he's so nice--and he doesn't even know how to play the game yet!).
Izzy has good days and bad days about getting up in the mornings. The first day of school, she was fine since she was so excited, but the second day was more of my begging/pleading/nagging/demanding and her just crawling back under the covers every time I walked away.
"It's your first day riding the bus!"
"I don't care" (while grinning).
"Aren't you excited to see Mrs. M. again? And Mrs. F. and R?"
Grin: "I don't care."
"What if I tickle you?"
Really grinning, "I don't care!"
Me, laughing, "I guess I'll have to spank you, then?"
REALLY grinning, "I DON'T CARE!"
*sigh* At least she wasn't CRYING!
Yesterday I forgot to set my alarm and woke up about 20 minutes before I needed to leave for work. Izzy didn't get any sort of gentle wake-up call. No, I just pulled the covers off of her and dragged her out of bed (slowly, though, OK?), and then set her down to do her hair. So far, that has been the most pleasant morning (um, with HER) yet. Apparently forcefully dragging her semi-conscious body is the KINDEST and MOST QUIET way to get her out of bed. Who knew?
Izzy has been a little more whiny lately, and I'm wondering if it's due to all these changes (school, new day care lady, etc.). I was told she had to be "talked to" yesterday by her daycare lady because she burst into tears while Mrs. F. at the museum when they were moving on to new exhibits. Mrs. F. was surprised--and realizes that Izzy needs more transition time. I was surprised as I've never really known her to be like that for others.... So, yeah, Izzy needs to STOP the drama! Oi!
Mary is loving having her BFF over to the house every day. I know the newness of this will wear off soon. As nice as this kid is, I also know that she gets bored VERY EASILY, and I will be hard-put to keep her entertained once the cold weather sets in, and we can't go outside every day. Luckily, homework takes up PART of the time she's with us, so the entertainment time isn't as much as it could be! Yay for fourth grade homework!
We're already having issues with take-home folders and agendas and instruments being left home or at school and....ugh. WHEN does this stuff EVER click? (No comments on how much stuff *I* forget on a daily basis!)
The extra-curricular madness is about to kick in. I'm just NOT ready. First GS meetings take place in a week, and I'm still fluttering around like a lost fruit fly (Which have TAKEN OVER our garage and are trying to take over the kitchen/bathroom, and killed off all my happy live-and-let-live thoughts as I spray EVERY little red-eyed offender with Windex and smash them with a towel!). Anyway, thank goodness my co-leader for Mary's troop is so freakin' AWESOME--otherwise I'd be even more zany!
Mary decided to join choir this year instead of orchestra--she's still going to take violin lessons, she just doesn't want to be in the orchestra. The teacher called John all in a panic, "She can't! She HAS to stay in orchestra!" After talking with him a few minutes, John got out of him that Mary can still take violin lessons and not orchestra, but the teacher just really likes her and really, really wants her to stay in orchestra (we think it's because she actually BEHAVES in class and apparently yells at the other wound-up kids who DON'T). John's going to talk to Mary again, but he's still going to leave it up to her. Even though the teacher said she could do both orchestra and choir, we're afraid that's just a few too many activities going on and a little too much time out of the classroom, so we're going to give it another try and see how she feels about this choir vs. orchestra mess!
Keith? Meh--he's the same happy-go-lucky kid. His biggest concern right now seems to be whether or not his Star Wars cartridge is working in his Didj (it IS, he just has to be more PATIENT with it) and whether or not he can take his Pokemon cards to school (yes, but....well, we're pretty sure he's getting jipped on his trades since he's so nice--and he doesn't even know how to play the game yet!).
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Cramming it all in
What a full week!
Dad got here last Sunday night and spent Monday and Tuesday spoiling the kids. He took them to the park, Micky D's, Adventure Landing, and all of us to the hibachi for his birthday (ha!) Izzy was most upset when he left Wednesday morning.
John and I decided to cram as much fun stuff into this last weekend of the summer as possible. Luckily we had great weather in which to cram it all in! Saturday after some light house-cleaning, I set up the tent and made a fire pit, and we had a cook-out. Mary is an old pro at roasting hotdogs/marshmallows and was eager to extend her knowledge to her little brother. Right as we were getting ready to go into the tent, Mary somehow got a bee stuck in her sandal and got stung. The poor thing was so traumatized she decided to sleep in the house. So, Keith and I settled in (Izzy was already GONE by this point, poor, tired thing). Around midnight Keith decided he was "too cold" and went back in the house. Izzy and I stayed through until 6:45 the next morning, with Izzy just waking up occasionally because she had snuggled outside her sleeping bag and got cold. She was pretty tickled that she was the only one who made it in the tent all night!
Sunday John found some cheap tickets to Darien Lake, and after a brief fight with the printer to get our tickets, we headed out. Keith got brave and got on the big, upside-down coaster (a first!), and Mary got on everything she was tall enough to ride. Izzy was pretty patient with her fate as the little one who still has some growing to do before she can get on the big rides. And mom did NOT puke (whew!). I did get a nasty bruise when that coaster tripped me up while I was getting out. Ouch!
Monday was spent sleeping in as late as possible and catching up on more housework. I ran to the store for much-needed lunch and after-school snack items. Mary and Keith packed their lunches, and we got all the backpacks ready for the big first day of school. (And why did the girls both have to catch a cold the day before school started, hmmmm?)
All was smooth getting Mary and Keith up and ready for school (despite Mary not sleeping well due to what I assume were pre-school jitters and her cold). Izzy was a bit groggy, but mainly got up with no problem. Mary and Keith took the bus in. John took Izzy in for her first day. She apparently was so excited about school that she was carrying her backpack around this morning--so that when it was needed as they were heading out the door, John couldn't find it! (He finally found it in her bedroom--stinker!)
It's my first day as a part-timer (but really, is 32 1/2 hours REALLY part-time?), and I'm excited about getting to go home early to pick up the kids (plus two) from school.
Here are some pics. What a great first day!
Dad got here last Sunday night and spent Monday and Tuesday spoiling the kids. He took them to the park, Micky D's, Adventure Landing, and all of us to the hibachi for his birthday (ha!) Izzy was most upset when he left Wednesday morning.
John and I decided to cram as much fun stuff into this last weekend of the summer as possible. Luckily we had great weather in which to cram it all in! Saturday after some light house-cleaning, I set up the tent and made a fire pit, and we had a cook-out. Mary is an old pro at roasting hotdogs/marshmallows and was eager to extend her knowledge to her little brother. Right as we were getting ready to go into the tent, Mary somehow got a bee stuck in her sandal and got stung. The poor thing was so traumatized she decided to sleep in the house. So, Keith and I settled in (Izzy was already GONE by this point, poor, tired thing). Around midnight Keith decided he was "too cold" and went back in the house. Izzy and I stayed through until 6:45 the next morning, with Izzy just waking up occasionally because she had snuggled outside her sleeping bag and got cold. She was pretty tickled that she was the only one who made it in the tent all night!
Sunday John found some cheap tickets to Darien Lake, and after a brief fight with the printer to get our tickets, we headed out. Keith got brave and got on the big, upside-down coaster (a first!), and Mary got on everything she was tall enough to ride. Izzy was pretty patient with her fate as the little one who still has some growing to do before she can get on the big rides. And mom did NOT puke (whew!). I did get a nasty bruise when that coaster tripped me up while I was getting out. Ouch!
Monday was spent sleeping in as late as possible and catching up on more housework. I ran to the store for much-needed lunch and after-school snack items. Mary and Keith packed their lunches, and we got all the backpacks ready for the big first day of school. (And why did the girls both have to catch a cold the day before school started, hmmmm?)
All was smooth getting Mary and Keith up and ready for school (despite Mary not sleeping well due to what I assume were pre-school jitters and her cold). Izzy was a bit groggy, but mainly got up with no problem. Mary and Keith took the bus in. John took Izzy in for her first day. She apparently was so excited about school that she was carrying her backpack around this morning--so that when it was needed as they were heading out the door, John couldn't find it! (He finally found it in her bedroom--stinker!)
It's my first day as a part-timer (but really, is 32 1/2 hours REALLY part-time?), and I'm excited about getting to go home early to pick up the kids (plus two) from school.
Here are some pics. What a great first day!
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Back to School Madness
Because I'm still feeling a bit overwhelmed about all this back to school crap, I just thought I'd take the time to post the list of supplies I have YET to buy for the kids for this year. This is all three lists combined into ONE (and keep in mind I took some things OFF the list that we had that could STILL be used from last year).
And I have the sinus headache from HELL.
Five more days, folks. Five more days! AUGH!
Three stores and about $120-$130 later, and I still could not find the stupid 1" x 2" post-it notes. WELL, they will just have to DEAL with the 1" x 1" I bought instead! (I also bought the girls some new barrettes and a new jacket for Mary).
Thank you for your concern, MR--but no amount of meds is even TOUCHING this headache yet. (Of course, I haven't tried Advil cold and sinus yet--that may be the next step.) My poor kids are paying the price--I was quite the angry crank this morning (Izzy's refusal to get up and get dressed and Mary's doping around the house and not starting to fix her oatmeal until 5 minutes before we normally leave did NOT help!) GRRRRRR.....
Pocket folders: 2 green, 2 blue, 2 red, 2 yellow, 2 purple4 composition books2 dry erase markers1711 glue sticks (15 JUST FOR IZZY)Good thing I bought extra. I read one of the lists wrong and actually needed 23!3 boxes of #2 pencils1 package wide-ruled paper2 boxes thin markers2 boxes crayonsred pen, blue pen- 2 packages 1" x 2" post-it notes
1 pair scissors (cuz I can't find Keith's from last year!)1 pencil box (seriously, Keith--where did you hide this stuff?)Found it!2 boxes of tissues1-3 in 3 ring binder with clear front1 subject, wide-ruled notebook1 clipboard1 box colored pencils3 large pink erasers1 package 7 notebook dividers with tabs1 box gallon size ziplock bags1 plastic pocket folder2 new backpacks (Mary's and Keith's are SHOT--we got Izzy's in the mail the other day, thank you JJ!)
And I have the sinus headache from HELL.
Five more days, folks. Five more days! AUGH!
Three stores and about $120-$130 later, and I still could not find the stupid 1" x 2" post-it notes. WELL, they will just have to DEAL with the 1" x 1" I bought instead! (I also bought the girls some new barrettes and a new jacket for Mary).
Thank you for your concern, MR--but no amount of meds is even TOUCHING this headache yet. (Of course, I haven't tried Advil cold and sinus yet--that may be the next step.) My poor kids are paying the price--I was quite the angry crank this morning (Izzy's refusal to get up and get dressed and Mary's doping around the house and not starting to fix her oatmeal until 5 minutes before we normally leave did NOT help!) GRRRRRR.....
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