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Back to School: Day 2

7 Sep

On the way to school.

BigHugs:  What happens if I get sick at school?

Me: Well, you would tell your teacher and then she’d probably send you to the nurse’s office, and then I’d come pick you up if you needed to come home.

BH: What if I was going to throw up at school?

Me: Well, pretty much the same thing–tell your teacher and she’ll send you to the nurse and then I’ll come get you.

Goose: If you have to throw up right away, you can do it in a trash can.

Me: Do you feel like throwing up now?

BH: Sort of.

Me: Have a tic tac.

They’re my go to cure-all.


I spent my first day of solitude running errands.  I even stopped at the grocery store to pick up a couple of ingredients to make the kids’ favorite casserole (yes, my kids have a favorite casserole), with grand designs of prepping it early so I could take Goose to dance class and still have time to provide an exciting meal (yes, casseroles can be exciting) for my children to celebrate the first day back to school.  I got as far as broiling the chicken before I realized that just wasn’t going to happen.  You see, I thought with all of the kids in school full day, I would have all this extra time on my hands, but I’m quickly discovering that just isn’t the case.

With the kids’ staggered school schedules, I have about 4 hours from the time I drop off the youngest two at elementary school until it’s time to pick up the oldest at high school.  About an hour after that, the second one comes home, and about 45 minutes after that the last two come home.  So having all of my kids in school full day is not turning out to be the luxury I was led to believe.  I feel sort of gypped. 

“But you have four solid hours, Bythelbs!” you say.  Well, by the time you factor in the time spent avoiding the housework and avoiding the showering and getting ready and making the obligatory Facebook Scrabble moves and then doing the showering and getting ready and then more of the avoiding the housework, there really isn’t enough time left to do much of anything!  Except write a tiresome blog post.

Goose asked if I would be doing more unpacking while they were at school.  We’re still trying to recover from last week’s new paint and carpet adventure, and our entire upstairs now looks as if we’ve just moved in.  I have boxes upon boxes of stuff that I know came out of these rooms, but there’s just no place to put them back.  It’s like someone fed the contents of these boxes after midnight and then doused them with water.  Mr. T made the point that with the new layer of paint, we’ve actually made the rooms smaller.  I obviously didn’t give this home improvement project enough thought.

The painting itself was quite the, uh, experience.  I’ll have to save that story for another day.  The memories are too raw.  Suffice it to say, I will have a difficult time enjoying mint chocolate chip ice cream or Miami Vice reruns any time in the near future.

I am now down to my last hour and 20 minutes and I’m still sitting here with a wet head of hair and a sink full of dishes and piles of laundry and all other manner of crap to be done.