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I know that the first week of school last year was just as hard as this week was. I know, because I have this nifty little blog here and I can go back and read what I wrote. And when I do, even though what I wrote only scratched the surface of the difficulty of last year, it brought it all back to me with a new and fresh vengeance. Last year was HARD.
This year has been TOUGHER.
I mean, seriously. It's been brutal. I feel tonight as if I've been beaten about the body with a 2x4 by someone clearly much stronger than I would ever dream of being. I am utterly and completely exhausted. I'm in need of a long shower, 12 hours of sleep, a two hour massage, a well planned meal calendar and someone to do the shopping.
I went back to work on Monday. All the kids went to school. Every single day, and I do mean EVERY single day, we had at least an hour of crying by at least one member of the family. Thursday there were four of us. And, yes, I meant to say "of us". This was a learning week for us. A week of trying things and determining what works and what doesn't, figuring out where the glitches are and what days are going to be difficult. Oh My God, did I learn a lot this week. Srsly.
Things that I learned this week:
Numbers from this week:
We use Netflix. I've been really happy with it. For about $18 a month, I've been able to work my way through almost the entire Homicide: Life on the Streets, I Love Lucy and Everybody Loves Raymond. I've screened movie after movie, been (mostly) happy with the choices that I've made.
The other night, we wanted to get a movie for the kids, for one of the sleepover nights. The Hubster took one daughter to Blockbuster, and came home with one movie. For around $6. For one night. (No, we didn't have a late fee.) Now, I'm not a math whiz - that title belongs to others in my family - but even my limited 1+1 skilz tell me that Blockbuster isn't going to happen that often for us.
While at the grocery one night, I noticed the Redbox machine. I was interested, and we tried it - again for the kids. ONE DOLLAR for one night. ONE. I'm thinking that this option will be used more often, as the machine is in the same shopping center as my son's job.
If you've got Netflix, what's up and coming on your queue? Mine is low, so low that we are down to those movies that I added two years ago - the ones that sounded good at the time, but that no one else has ever watched. Titles such as As You Like It, Ladder 49, and Tsotsi. All great movies, I'm sure, but not one of the more well known titles. What would you recommend and why?
You know it'll be awesome when you wake up to the creepy feeling that someone is staring at you.
And you roll over to see a certain four year old standing next to your bed, clad only in Tinkerbell Undies and a gigantic sombrero, thumb in mouth.
Yes sir, we are KLASSY 'round these parts.
We made it through the first day. I'm up to my eyeballs in filling out forms, contact covering books and going stark raving nuts.
Quick - what's your best back to school secret?
I'll share three:
Thus ends my helpful hint for back to school. What's yours?
And, oh, oh OH! One of you great peoples voted for me to be in the Hottest Blogger Calendar. Thank you SO much, anonymous great person. If you are so inclined, go here to vote. I'd really appreciate it. I don't want to be the only one with no votes, although I'm up against some great competition so I don't think I'll win. It's an honor to be nominated, right?
That's what we are doing tomorrow. Back to school for all the kids, back to work for me. We start off with a half day, but, after that, it's 7:40 - 3:00 every day. It's been a short summer, but, for the most part, a good summer. Although I could have done (cheerfuly) without The Cancer. That pretty much sucked.
At the start of the summer, I had a list of fifteen things to do. I did SIX the first week, and six the second and third. That left THREE. (See, I can too do math.) One of them I didn't finish - my book proposal. I'm still slogging away on that one. One of them I decided not to do. That left my last goal. And it was a biggie.
Update my kids scrapbooks.
Consider that I last did scrapbooks when Nik was in fifth grade. And he's a JUNIOR this year. Poor Riley had "Congrats to your new baby" cards glued in, and that's it. At the very beginning of summer, I pulled out the laundry basket that I'd been dumping pics/diplomas/cards/cool stuff into and organized it. I did that by piling it all into nine piles on my dining room table - one for each of the family members and one for Christmas/Easter. I made a solemn vow that I'd work a little bit every week in order to be completed by the end of summer. And then I walked away, and promptly felt guilty every time I saw the HUGE mess in the dining room.
But not guilty enough to do anything about it. Until today. I blasted through it, gluing pics into albums and (don't read the next part Mom!) throwing pictures away when I was too overwhelmed. BUT. My back is sore and my table is CLEAN.
That is the number of dental visits we completed today cavity free.
I know, I KNOW - now I've totally jinxed myself and we'll be visiting for fillings for time immortal. But it sure feels good to me. When my oldest was 5, he needed two pulpotomies - probably not spelled correctly, but they are basically root canals - and I was so upset. It was really traumatic for both of us, but I'll be willing to be he doesn't even remember it. But, since that time, I've taken them twice a year without fail, and no one has had a cavity.
We also found out today why Riley has been fiddling with her molar - she jumped into the pool last week and cracked her face on The Hubster's shoulder. She chipped her molar - which I knew - and knocked it a bit loose - this I didn't know. It should tighten up, and we just need to keep an eye on it She didn't mess up the enamel, so it doesn't need anything further.
We don't have cavities, but every single on of them either needs braces or will soon. So the money I save on fillings can help my orthodontist buy a new Mercedes.
22. It's a good number for me today. I'll take what I can get.
Liz from Mom101 had a great post recently. She's decided to update her resume with this one goal:
Goal: For a cool company to pay me to do that which I already do.
Awesome indeed. Sounds like a goal that I can get behind. So, I'm jumping on board, and here's what I came up with.
What about you? Who would your sponsors be?
I went to get the mail and noticed a large blue envelope tucked inside the box.
Hmmmm. I didn't remember ordering anything.
I reached in and grabbed the package. Pulling it out of the mailbox, I noticed the large printing on the side.
"CAREFUL!" the package seemed to scream at me. "DO NOT BEND! CONTAINS PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL!"
Huh? I looked at it again. I didn't remember ordering anything pornographic. Had someone sent me a gift? Who would be sending me a pornographic gift? Thank GOODNESS the kids hadn't gotten the mail - what if I'd had to explain exactly WHAT pornographic material WAS and WHY their mother was holding it?
Walking back to the house, I tucked the large envelope inside a Jjill catalog. I wondered if The Hubster had ordered something. Did I win a prize? WHAT could be in the package? Something PORNOGRAPHIC, that's for sure! I rushed into the house and went to the laundry room, closed the door and pulled the package out of the magazine. I flipped it over, and reread the words on the side.
Contains PHOTOGRAPHIC material.
Damn. The best two minutes of my entire day, ruined by pictures I'd ordered of my kids.