Well, it’s been pretty quiet on this end, hasn’t it? I thought I’d wait until things got better to tell y'all how Eli’s first week of school is going. And by getting better, I mean waiting until it doesn’t take 3 teachers and a vice-principal to pry him out of the car and me not sitting in the parking lot clutching my bosom crying, “My baby! My baby!” and not caring that I was holding up the carpool lane.
And that day… was today.
The little stinker hopped out of the car, waved goodbye and took some unknown teacher - who’d better not think she’s going to replace me - by the hand and then he was off.
And then I sat in the car, leaned on the steering wheel and cried, “My baby! My baby!” and promptly called my husband and informed him that I needed to get on medication to sort out my mood swings and indecisiveness.
It’s hard living life as a complicated woman.
Only one more day and then I have him for TWO WHOLE DAYS before I have to send him back off to the land of Oh-My-Gosh-How-Much-Trash-Can-One-Lunchroom-Cafeteria-Generate and Please-Tell-Me-That-Those-Kids-Wash-Their-Hands-After-Picking-Their-Nose-and-Wiping-It-On-The-$36.48-Stash-Of-School-Supplies-That-I-Just-Bought.
And since I’m sounding completely neurotic right now, I might as well tell you that I called Sim yesterday and complained that I was….. bored.
Bored!
Apparently, I never realized how much time and energy it takes to break up two screaming/biting/I hate you – you just breathed in my air space/ children All.Day.Long.
And when those children are separated… it becomes quiet.
It is such a totally new concept for me that I actually had to sit down with a carton of Breyer’s Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream and contemplate it.
Nevermind that it was 9:30 in the morning....
Wow, just wait until Nandi starts Pre-K next week. Oh my word, whatever will I do???
I might just have to buy some ice cream and contemplate it.
P.S. This picture of Noah actually has nothing to do with this blog post, but thought that I'd show you that Noah celebrated the quiet and the freedom by eating shaving cream and trying to drink my contact solution.
I guess I know where I need to channel my energy......
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