Only his first full week of kindergarten and the monotony has already set in.
I am already bamboozled by the plethora of notes home about this day and that day, reading lists and when to bring money and for what.
Just more things for me to wrap my fuzzy head around.
And the pressure. 15 Minutes of reading EVERY DAY! I mean, we read a lot…but the expectation is now there. Eeesh.
My belly has exploded too. Â I will try to get a pick…the whale grows.
It is just Caity and me this am. I have been trying to convince her to poo on the toilet. She won’t  She is back in a diaper and pooping in private in her room. Cleaning is the next order. Ick.
A squirrel ate my garden hose so I can’t attempt to rescue the half dead turf out the back. Sigh.
We grounded Adam from outside play with his buddies this week. It was our feeble attempt to TRY to get it into his brain about his behavior and repercussions. The poor kids keeps telling me he wants me happy..I keep telling him that I can’t be happy if my lovely boy is saying rude words, being mean and talking back all the time. I just asked him to TRY to be a happy NICE kid and then we would ALL be happy.
Despite that I really want to convince Crunchy Husband that we all need a trip to Disney Land this fall. A reward for the hell that was our summer.   He just actually needs to stop working and having a nervous breakdown for a moment to fill out HIS passport forms. Poor guy.  He needs a break. He needs one good thing.  It kills me that I can’t really help other than the supportive bit and keeping things going on the homefront.
Ah life.
Well, I should go and wash the walls…the grimy hand prints have become ridiculous.
Can’t we just move?
When my kids were that young, I’m pretty sure I didn’t notice the handprints. Here’s hoping you and the hubby find some time to slow down and notice each other!
When you have young children, cleaning your house is like shoveling the walk before its done snowing.
I live by that, it my only excuse…
I waited on the satellite installation guy on Wednesday. I cleaned the house while I was waiting…by the time the kids and hubs went to bed Wed night, it was destroyed again. I give up!
Ok I’m kinda stuck on something… A squirrel ATE your garden hose!?
You know, moving *is* a perfectly great response to a dirty house, if you ask me. Meanwhile, Kindergarten NOTES HOME… how the HELL are we supposed to keep this all straight… am I supposed to have a file system, or some BS
YIKES!!
you get notes? I get a paper with check marks and no notes until I miss a deadline because 5 yr olds are sooo reliable at relaying information.
Moving is a fantastic plan.
What’s worse is when the kindergarten teacher just puts notes in your kids’ backpack and expects them to give the notes to you. Like a kindergartener can remember to do that! Then the next morning as you’re putting their lunchbox in their backpack, you pull out the note. Gah!