11:23 AM. Just getting home from the school. Volunteered making copies. Went pretty well, won’t bore you with that, except to say that I practiced all my new “skills” today. I had the power, pumping the machine. Copiers have sure come a long way, baaby.
Both boys have sick stomachs with diarrhea (sp?) from the first day’s school pizza.
Today is the last day I could go in with Nathan, really. Security requires me to go to the other end of the building and sign in. I think he’s ready. I don’t know if I am or not. Caught me by surprise. I’ll get there. I love that little guy.
Went by to visit Mom…she’s FINALLY back in town. Shared some news and finally…got us BOTH ice cream. Two cones with chocolate dip. Good tip, KV!
Got home, revisited the first day’s “lists” I’ve made up for the kids for this AM. (If they get all checks except two, they get their week’s treat, if not, they don’t.) There are 13-15 items, in order they need to be done, on each list. I used a Microsoft Works preformed template, not the best in the world, but it was fast and colorful and a good starting point. I realized today the list had them packing snacks before they did teeth and shoes…nope. I need to reverse that order. Once we start thinking about food, things go downhill fast as far as time. So, that’s last– if they have time. I even added a basic chore for each child this year. (Check 3 kitchen trash cans, ask mom for kitchen chore, or feed Daisy scraps).
Those little things help me a lot, too.
Hopefully I can maintain my morning shower after I walk Daisy Dog–let me tell you, yesterday, it was speculative. Everyone seems so scatterbrained it was laughable… yet, not funny either! So
…I hope to be owing Wonderboy a video game rental, Red a matchbox car, and haven’t come up with Goldilocks anything yet, scratch that, everyone gets two bucks. Gifts were getting too unequal and complicated.
Anyway, just having the list is a gift for Goldilocks, my list-making machine. She begged for it.
Off to the grand excitement of laundry, today’s menu planning (tight tonight with PTSO), and hopefully a bit of quiet time before the kids invade. I have three precious hours left to whip this place into shape, and myself into shape. Mark, get set. Go!