today we sent the big one off on the bus. this afternoon we will hear all about the four details that he'll remember after all the newness and exhaustion of 'behaving' for six hours. and then I'll spend two hours looking through all the paperwork he arrives home with... and the monies will need to be dispersed- for lunches, afterschools, donations, supply drives, etc and etc. (redundancy of etc, and, i know... )
the younger is watching tv and while i wait to find a non-fighting moment to get our asses out to the grocery store .(one child is like a miracle of ease i tell you, but it is not worth it to me to struggle to get out of the house... i wait for franklin to end his peace-making ways.)
i've been sorry to have summer ending, for the first time since being a mother of a school-aged kid. its a nice switch, and surprising. i am going to miss the routine-free days of summer, the wide range in wakeups, the flex of bedtime...
i am going to like going to the grocery store and acting all prepared-like when suppertime rolls along.
i am going to take one nap a week when i find myself without any children at all three mornings a week.
i am going to have to figure out how to fit in some nesting before this next-born arrives. maybe on one of the days i am not napping. its a waker-upper, this school time, realizing that the babe is in fact, on its way. I've survived the summer and fall has arrived (in fits and spurts and a two-day rain, but nonetheless... here).
i've asked a woman to come in and vaccuum and clean the bathrooms twice a month. good lord, i've tried this before, and hated it ... but this time it is more neccessary as the house is more MORE than the last one was and my belly makes it harder to take action on the areas at the back of the toilet base. hello boys, can we talk about aim? really?
it makes such a nice difference to have the basics done, so i can focus on sharpening the pencils for school and throwing out the fifty without erasers, which make all homework much much more difficult. and yes, i just threw them out, didn't recycle or compost. (noone wants them and they do not compost.) i am growing. meh. sometimes its even a daily thing. growing. both physically and all the other ways and means.
hard to stop it. this flow. just.can't.do.it.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Posted by Kate Bowie at 9:05 AM