The crazy. The “new school year/new baby-sitter/you want to take violin lessons?/no Miss Rae that doesn’t actually match but we don’t have time for you to change” crazy.
My grocery list has the words “PE shoes” and “violin” on it. Walmart has those things, right?
It’s possible that there is a school supply list somewhere, but I haven’t seen it. I’m too busy sending emails to the violin teacher that say, “am I supposed to have a violin by now?”
The schedule doesn’t help.
Matty B starts school Wednesday. (Our anniversary. We will be celebrating by not dying.)
J Man starts next week.
Miss Rae starts after Labor Day.
Convenient. I didn’t want to use my vacation days for vacation anyway.
Apparently children grow over the summer? All of J Man’s pants are high water and Miss Rae’s belly shirts are bordering on inappropriate. Add “entire wardrobe for two kids” to the grocery list.
It’s a good thing I haven’t given up coffee yet. Because you know it’s only going to get worse.
Six months ago, when I was at the dentist, I found this recipe in a waiting room magazine.
Also, I need a violin.