If I am asked one more time what I will do all day long now that the kids are in school, I may just scream. In case you are wondering but are afraid to ask now, I secretly want to take a nap every day–just like the 1-3 year old crowd does. I have a one in my age so I think I am entitled. Two days have passed now and I have not had even the slightest opportunity for a nap.
I do have a job. I do that all day long, just like the rest of the world. I am lucky in that I run my own business, I work at home 70% off the time and work the hours that I want. But it still occupies most of my day. And when it doesn’t, and when I can’t nap, I like to help out at the kids’ school. I think any day now I may have a sign with “stalker” above my picture in the front office but as long as I can lend a hand and spy on my kids, I am happy.
Sprinkled in between those two things, I like to hike (but I will substitute physical therapy for a bit), meet a friend for lunch and then there is always the mountain of chores at home that need to be tackled. But, you see what is last on my list.
So, BOTH kids are in school. Yay for them. They are loving it. My son told me that I can no longer walk him to class on his first day. He is on the lazy side so I pointed out that he has a bag or two of school supplies he would have to carry all by himself, all the way upstairs. He quickly decided that I could walk him to class but this would be the last time. And no pictures.
The girl, on the other hand, wants to have an entourage to escort her because she is super important. Her actions will let you know if you ever forget. She insisted that she will not like school but she has not stopped grinning ear-to-ear since her first day last week. She runs home, jumps into doing homework and plays school until bedtime (obviously, she may need an intervention for her misery). Oh, and she received the “Star Student of the Week in Music. She did not even have to do one of her beat-box tunes. I think she got off easy.
We have the best teachers. Hug your teacher and let them know how much they rock. If you don’t no one will.
And my favorite…her most treasured possession, “Teddy”, and her peace sign backpack.
I am probably ruining her life (and my son’s) by posting their photos and milestones on my blog so I guess I will have to stop doing this soon.
