A Whirlwind of a Week
Last week was a wee bit crazy in these here parts. I will blame my lack of posts on that. Sounds like a good excuse anyway…
So first of all, we had Meet the Teacher last Monday. This is where you’re supposed to tote your wagonfull of school supplies to the classroom, find the locker and the bathroom and say hello to the teacher that will see your child more than you will for the next nine months. All went well, except for that school supplies part. Since when did schools get so darn specific about what to bring? I mean, I know we didn’t even have lists we had to follow when I was in school. Heck, I think the teachers were happy if we came wearing two shoes (bonus if they matched!), let alone sporting our four large glue sticks and 6-pack of dry erase markers. Ahh, the good ol’ days.
Don’t get me wrong — I am not dissing teachers. I married one, and I used to be one myself. I understand that teachers can’t afford to supply their own kleenex and Ziploc bags, and school budgets have been cut so much that supplying pencils and paper for students is no longer a possibility. But man, it’s not only getting expensive as a parent, but it’s also getting a little bit frustrating having to scour the tri-state area for a PLASTIC yellow folder and paper folders in red, yellow, green, blue and purple that have only two pockets and do NOT include prongs — when everyone else is looking for the same things! I’m surprised there hasn’t been a Cabbage Patch Kid-style knock down drag out in the back-to-school aisles yet over the last green wide-ruled spiral-bound notebook. I’m sure that day is coming soon . . .
So back to my Monday. Did I mention that my last child was headed to kindergarten? Yeah, I am feeling old. And sad. Here are the two elementary dudes in front of their school.
Tuesday was our last day of summer vacation — AND Boy #3’s 6th birthday! Bad timing on my part, I know. So I had to try to get the kids in the back-to-school mode, including getting one ready for kindergarten, without shafting him of a fun birthday. Blerg.
After opening presents Tuesday morning, we went to do what EVERY kid wants to do on his birthday — go to the doctor! And not only that, but get a finger prick AND three shots! Oh, it was a joyous time, especially when Boy #3’s finger would not stop bleeding after the finger prick and blood was completely soaking the Band-Aid, and as I’m trying to calm him down from that, in come the nurses and we have to hold him down while he gets the shots in his leg. Honest to Pete, I have never heard another child scream as loudly as he screamed getting the shots. Frankly, I was a little embarrassed. I know they could hear it in the waiting room, and probably down the block.
So after that fun little adventure, I was one less-than-popular mom. But, I assured Boy #3, we’re going to go have FUN now! We’re going to the Iowa State Fair!
And then we stepped outside and realized that it was not just raining but POURING. Cats, dogs and I’m pretty sure guinea pigs were raining down.
Great, of course, the one day we had free to go to the fair. The weather forecast only called for light rain in the morning, but after wandering through Barnes & Noble for an hour listening to kids whine, “Can we GO now?!” we realized that the weather forecasters were on crack. It was dark, it was cold, it was wet, and it wasn’t going to stop.
Determined to do something “fun” for our boy’s birthday, we decided to go to Incredible Pizza for the pizza buffet, arcade games and mini golf.
Apparently, every other family in the county who had been planning to go to either the state fair or Adventureland (the amusement park in town) had the exact same idea.
What’s worse? Tromping through rain and mud to see the Biggest Boar and the Butter Cow, or being held captive inside a Chuck E. Cheese on steroids with at least a hundred other people? At least at the fair I could’ve tried a deep-fried Twinkie on a stick . . .
But Boy #3 had a good time, as did the other two. And I only had to go on one 45-minute quest to find a worker who could credit $3.50 back on Boy #2’s card after the mini golf machine ate his money. And we only had to wait in line for a little over a half hour in order to redeem our tickets for fabulous prizes.
After finally getting home from Incredible Pizza, I had to make a trip to Target because being the good mom I am, I didn’t have a cake or anything for my poor guy’s birthday. So I went and picked up a totally generic cake, and even though I offered to make him anything he wanted for supper, he opted for something that made me feel like an even more loserish mom . . .
Yep, a Lunchable. That’s what he wanted.
So after hopping the boys up on sugar, it was time to brush their teeth and go to bed so they could get up and tackle their first day of school in the morning.
Oh, and did I mention that the frosting on the cake gave me severe stomach cramps? Yes, I was doubled over trying to help the kids get their clothes laid out and teeth brushed.
No, it wasn’t stressful at all.
Nor was the next morning when Boy #3 had a complete screaming meltdown because he was SURE that it would be okay if he took his Nintendo DS to school with him. His teacher would NOT CARE, he said.
Thankfully, it went better after I actually got him to school (without the DS), and he went off and did his thing like the big boy that he now is.
And I didn’t even cry, even though I felt like it. Such a weird feeling to send your baby off to school.
And so far, 7th grade (yes, I have a SEVENTH GRADER, who not only has armpit hair, by the way, but also has a newly acquired DEEPER VOICE), 3rd grade and kindergarten are all starting off to be positive transitions. Thank you, God.
So I’m sorry I took a little hiatus from posting, but after our whirlwind start to the week, I spent the remainder of the week in a near-catatonic state. I’m feeling a little more together this week.
But if I’ve learned anything, it’s that this too shall pass . . .
Happy Birthday to Middle C! And not only did Little C wear that exact same shirt to school today, but he also has the exact same backpack!! And when we finally cut his hair the night before, afterward he said “Hey! I look just like #2!” Glad they all had a great first day!
LOOOOOOOVE the pics. They are priceless, especially the one of C & C in front of the school. So cute.
This is absolutely hilarious and quite entertaining!! Keep up the great work!! Love you all so much!!
Love Aunt Jill
And it’s my job to remind all of you about just how quickly this all flies by….and soon enough you and your hubby will be reflecting back and saying, “Yep, those were the best years of our lives”…as it was for us. Cherish it all…and don’t sweat the small stuff.