By Wednesday this week, I had come to my wits end. It, uh, looks really high-up from the end of a wit - pretty quiet at those kinds of altitudes with the sound of whistling wind coming to the foreground. Not a lot of life-forms with the low "oh-two"… and rather dangerous with no chance to acclimate.
Somehow, the antibiotic my child started cracked a window in to the spirit world, allowing Satan’s spawn to set up camp and suck the very life out of me – the host-being’s mother. When I previously typed a light-hearted Carl Douglas: “Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting” doot dee doo [referring to how well things returned after only one dose of amoxicillin], we were actually having UFC no-holds-barred sessions with our little brother – who – can be pretty tough, but this was OUT. OF. HAND.
Finally, after they refused to “hug it out”, I found the first thing I could to tie them together… and did. It didn’t really work. For several reasons.
But, well after being released from Twine Pokey, I decided since Wednesday night was our last to be able to stay up late as school began Friday, we were going to bake a batch of brownies, have ice cream with yummy toppings and watch a movie together. So, we set out to get the necessary goodies. We got all the way to the back of the grocery store – homestretch – freezer section – when the UFC came back on. With a lump in my throat, I could have thrown a fit of my own. But I abandoned shopping-cart instead and didn’t announce I was leaving my children to snap out of it or be left behind. They snapped out of it. I was… thrilled [the kind of thrilled where you’re half-way hoping they are left to realize, only later that I hadn’t actually left, that I LEFT!!!]. We watched no movie that night.
Thursday was full of last-minute back-to-school errands. We were able to run by the school for a come-and-go meet-the-teacher/say-hello-to-last-year’s-teacher-and-best-librarian-the-face-of-the-earth-has-to-offer [no joke, people. If you don't have our librarian, YOU ARE MISSING OUT and now you know it]. I’ll wait a moment while you pull it together...
As we stopped in to our classrooms, we took the opportunity to put away our school-supplies, found where we’d be sitting and who next to, and came away with the most unbelievable sense that this year would be our best experience so far. And all others were best so far, so… it’s hard to beat a best so far with a best so far. I cannot get over these women who’ve been selected to teach the boys this year. I am truly pumped.
And of course, after counting on a rather unrelenting school-night turn of bed-time events, Thursday evening became a much-needed-fun dinner out with some of the boys’ buddies and their families, ninja-quick baths and melt-down picking out what to wear in the morning. We double and triple-checked the clock-radio, tucked everyone snug as a bug in a rug, packed lunches with little dorky notes from mom on the napkins and tried to get good sleep.
8am Friday: The day is upon us.
The seasoned pro was a little nervous, but rock-steady. In fact, I didn’t have a clue he felt nervous until the car-ride to frozen yogurt after school.
And the not-so-seasoned pro had sudden second thoughts after we arrived to SO MANY others having their third and fourth thoughts by the time we’d just started on our second! He had to catch the heck up!!
Somehow, the antibiotic my child started cracked a window in to the spirit world, allowing Satan’s spawn to set up camp and suck the very life out of me – the host-being’s mother. When I previously typed a light-hearted Carl Douglas: “Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting” doot dee doo [referring to how well things returned after only one dose of amoxicillin], we were actually having UFC no-holds-barred sessions with our little brother – who – can be pretty tough, but this was OUT. OF. HAND.
Finally, after they refused to “hug it out”, I found the first thing I could to tie them together… and did. It didn’t really work. For several reasons.
But, well after being released from Twine Pokey, I decided since Wednesday night was our last to be able to stay up late as school began Friday, we were going to bake a batch of brownies, have ice cream with yummy toppings and watch a movie together. So, we set out to get the necessary goodies. We got all the way to the back of the grocery store – homestretch – freezer section – when the UFC came back on. With a lump in my throat, I could have thrown a fit of my own. But I abandoned shopping-cart instead and didn’t announce I was leaving my children to snap out of it or be left behind. They snapped out of it. I was… thrilled [the kind of thrilled where you’re half-way hoping they are left to realize, only later that I hadn’t actually left, that I LEFT!!!]. We watched no movie that night.
Thursday was full of last-minute back-to-school errands. We were able to run by the school for a come-and-go meet-the-teacher/say-hello-to-last-year’s-teacher-and-best-librarian-the-face-of-the-earth-has-to-offer [no joke, people. If you don't have our librarian, YOU ARE MISSING OUT and now you know it]. I’ll wait a moment while you pull it together...
As we stopped in to our classrooms, we took the opportunity to put away our school-supplies, found where we’d be sitting and who next to, and came away with the most unbelievable sense that this year would be our best experience so far. And all others were best so far, so… it’s hard to beat a best so far with a best so far. I cannot get over these women who’ve been selected to teach the boys this year. I am truly pumped.
And of course, after counting on a rather unrelenting school-night turn of bed-time events, Thursday evening became a much-needed-fun dinner out with some of the boys’ buddies and their families, ninja-quick baths and melt-down picking out what to wear in the morning. We double and triple-checked the clock-radio, tucked everyone snug as a bug in a rug, packed lunches with little dorky notes from mom on the napkins and tried to get good sleep.
8am Friday: The day is upon us.
The seasoned pro was a little nervous, but rock-steady. In fact, I didn’t have a clue he felt nervous until the car-ride to frozen yogurt after school.
And the not-so-seasoned pro had sudden second thoughts after we arrived to SO MANY others having their third and fourth thoughts by the time we’d just started on our second! He had to catch the heck up!!
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OH MY! that's about the saddest, sweetest face EVER!
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