Obviously, I'm a bit chatty today ;-)
Ed stayed home with Ben and I came to practice with Sam. Poor kid moved up to the next level this year and he looks like the little kid. The bigger kids are really good. He was really good last year and it is like he's starting all over again.
He tries really hard and that's all that matters, right?
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Sam uses an old digital camera of mine to take pictures. I was cleaning off the compact flash memory to free up some space for him and I found this picture...
Not too bad for a six year old amateur.
Yesterday, Sam had his first visit to the school nurse for the year. He was sneezing "a lot." He had several visits to the nurse last year - mostly after Ben was born. I'm not saying that he's a hypochondriac or anything, but what I am saying is that the boy likes special attention. And maybe being the big brother of the world's cutest baby makes him try to get that special attention whenever and wherever he can. I tolerated it a bit at the end of the school year last year because Ben turned his world up side down. In one week I got three calls from the school nurse. Two were kind of legitimite. He got racked one day and then fell on the concrete the next. I had to stopped by to check out his privates because no one is allowed to look there but your parents or the doctor dontcha know. The scrapped knees call was just to alert me to the sheer volume of bandaids that the kid was wearing. The third visit and call was to alert me that they were reapplying the bandaids - um, whatever. And I should mention that the nurse is a total nut and so afraid of being reprimanded, fired, or sued that she'd call the parents of a kid with a paper cut to cover her butt. Now yesterday was the first call from the nurse for the year, but it was only the 12Th day of school. I asked to speak with him but I had to wait for her to Purell him before he could touch her phone. He said that he was fine, but he couldn't stop sneezing. I offered to bring him some medicine for the sneezing and he was fine with that solution. So Ed dropped by the school (he's school is 5 minutes from Sam's school) and gave him a dose of Claritin and that was the end of it. Today, no call but I do plan to track the number of calls I get for the year. Call One - check. Any bets on how many days, weeks, or months it is until Call Two occurs?
Sitting in traffic on the interstate next to a truck full of cute pink pigs. They are so clean and they look so sweet. Its making me glad I took chicken out of the freezer this morning. Don't think I could eat pork chops without thinking about Wilbur tonight.
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Yawn. Benjamin has gotten up between 4 and 5 the last three days in a row. Add that to the fact that he doesn't sleep through the night and you can only imagine what a zombie I am around 7. I also starting running again this week. The irony of the two events coinciding this week might actually be funny to me if I could muster up the energy to laugh.
So I'm tired, what's new right? I think there are several posts here about my lack of sleep so nothing new. New kiddo = lack of sleep. I get it, but with no sleep and chores to do, I find myself wondering what I could do to ease the burden. Maybe some household help? I don't know. I'm Ok with the laundry and actually picky about it so that's a no go. There isn't much to vacuum because we've got wood floors in all the high traffic rooms. Dusting isn't so bad. I'm kind of a sloppy cook so either Ed or I has to clean the kitchen on a daily basis. I think my two least favorite chores are cleaning the bathrooms and cleaning all these darn hardwood floors. Think I could find someone to come once a week to scrub my toilets and mop the floors? Wonder if they get requests like that? "I don't need you to clean my house. I just want you to do the chores I never get want to do.," said the lazy woman who wanted to pick and choose her domestic duties.
Or better yet, I think it would be nice to have someone pick up my house on a daily basis. Right now, I'm staring at two Power Rangers on my desk. I'm certain that I didn't put them there, but two guesses who's going to be putting them away and it isn't Sam or Ben. Having someone come in after I go to bed and put the house back in order would be awesome. I usually do this after the kids are in bed and it takes anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to get it all straight and everything lined up for the next day. Putting away the books on the table, putting the shoes away, hanging up the backpack, straightening the pillows on the couch, laying out clothes for the next day, packing the lunchbox...I could go on and on. Wouldn't that me a treat for any Mom? Maybe that's my million dollar idea. House Fairies. You go to sleep and we do it for you.
Anyway, back to reality. I think I'm going to have someone come once a week to clean. I did this before when Sam was smaller (probably about the same age Ben is now) and I think I need it now.
School starts tomorrow!!
Sam is so ready. He doesn't think he is, but he is. If school started around 10, maybe 11, he'd be psyched. He is so NOT a morning person and that is his only problem with going to school - getting out of bed. Can't say I blame him because I'm right there with him on this one. He and I are total night owls.
We met his teacher on Thursday. She's nice but seemed really quiet. I think I might be old enough to be her Mother or at minimum, her Mother's hip younger sister. She looked really young, but looks can be deceiving. After all, I look much younger than 35 and if I don't, don't tell me. We'll have to see how it goes. I had reservations about the three teacher situation last year, but it turned out to be fabulous. So at this point, I'm holding all reservations until the year gets underway. Hopefully, she'll realize really quickly how wonderful he is and then we can just get on with the year ;-).
I am so excited about tomorrow. I've got his backpack ready and his clothes are laid out. I feel like a MasterCard commercial -
$90 in school supplies
$35 for new tennis shoes
$262 for new clothes
Knowing your kid is getting back in a routine and laying off the video games for a bit...
PRICELESS!!!
And I don't think I'll cry this year. Last year I was a bumbling idiot. All pregnant with the raging hormones and in total denial that my baby was going up. This year, I'll be a bit more together and he knows the drill so we'll both be fine.
Oh and watch out - There's definitely going to be some homework this year. Let the afternoon battle begin.
Why is it that whenever I leave the house, the "When are you coming home?" calls start within 30 minutes of my departure? I don't call him every 1/2 hour when he leaves the house. If Ben so much as whimpers, he'll call me asking how much longer I'm going to be gone. Two weeks ago, I put Ben to bed and ran out to Michaels because it was the last day of their sale and I wanted to get some poster frames for the playroom. I literally stepped across the threshold of the store when he called to tell me that Ben was awake and I needed to hurry back. Like he can't put our 9 month old to sleep by himself? What the heck did he do over the Summer? He got that kid to nap while I was at work somehow. The frustrating part is that he didn't even try. He just called me and claimed himself incapable because it was bedtime.
I don't call him when he's out. Never, ever, never. Ask him and he'll tell you that I don't do it. I'm good that way and he knows it. But he does it to me every darn time. Then he wonders why I act like he can't handle it alone. He's all, "I know what I'm doing. Just go." So I do, and then the phone rings.
He did this to me prior to Ben, but with a baby it is a bit worse. I'm just venting a bit. No need to kick him to the curb over this, but can't I go to Walmart and just browse alone with no call just once?
Testing to see if the email posting works. If it does, I might post more often. No promises though.
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