What is up with my kids? I’m pretty sure they’re adopted.
Okay, by now you should know that Erin started preschool this week. She seems to be enjoying it, but hasn’t gotten the hang of actually going to sleep during nap time yet. I’m sure you can imagine the fun I’m having trying to get an overly tired toddler ready for school each morning. Yeah. good times. Now before we could even officially enroll her, they asked that I come in and spend half a day with her, which I did last Wednesday. I hung out, on a tiny little chair, all morning. Calming her when she was upset and nudging her back to her chair when she tried to roam off and do her own thing. Yeah, that was fun too. This whole preschool thing is obviously trying to kill me. And you may think I’m speaking figuratively, but I’m not. And here’s why. I left class this morning feeling a little blah. Chalked it up to getting assigned a crap enlarger and not getting my photogram done. By the time I got home I was trying to remember if I had actually ingested some developer because I was really starting to feel strange. In a not good, have I…
We are! We watch Erin on the baby monitor reading late into the night. She gets that from me. This is Erin’s bed on a typical morning. Actually, on a typical morning there would probably be 3 more books in the bed, plus a couple Toy Story action figures. How does she sleep like that? I’m pretty sure those cheap plastics chairs are not rated to handle that kind of load. And it’s not like she doesn’t have a perfectly handy place to keep those books. Check out the forsaken bookshelf. It’s not all the way across the room, but at the foot of her bed! And yes she does read yoga books. Baby is an enigma.
Well, 7 days after I put my boy on a plane, I finally got a call from Kyle this morning. At least he claimed to be Kyle. I still have my doubts. ::ring ring:: me: “hello?” guy on phone: “hello?” me: “hello?” guy on phone: “hello?” Repeat this exchange at least 3 more times. me – exasperated: “Who is this?!” guy on phone: “Kyle! Your son!” me: “…” Yeah, I asked him for proof. I should have asked him if he had made any wishes on a Zoltar machine while in Venice. ……… *
Kyle left yesterday for his annual summer trip to Malibu and he’ll be gone for almost 2 weeks. Strange. I have not done one happy dance since leaving the airport. In fact, I’ve been kind of in a funk since then. What is up with that?! Usually I don’t start missing him until after the 1st week. Maybe it’s because Kyle no longer travels as an unaccompanied minor. I had moments of panic as I was driving away because there is no airline personal supervision anymore. When the plane lands he is free to walk off whether his aunt is there to pick him up or not. Not pleasant to think about. Maybe it’s not Kyle’s absence at all, but the problems I’m having migrating a client’s blog from Movable Type to Typepad. It is just not working. And both platforms are run by the same people! How f’ed up is that? gah. So completely frustrating. Maybe it’s a lack of paint fumes in my life. I think tomorrow I need to paint while Erin is at Jens. Turpentine fixes everything!
Today is Kyle’s last day of school. Which means by next Monday afternoon I’ll be hearing the sweet refrains of “I’m bored” at least twice an hour each and every day for the next 10 1/2 weeks. oh the joy. And to make sure we are all having fun, I get to send him back to the school twice a week for an hour of math tutoring! Hey, that’s what you get when you get a ‘D’ in math dude. On the bright side he has basketball practice every Tues and Thurs evening throughout the summer. So for at least for 4 hours a week he won’t be sitting on his butt in front of a giant screen. I wish I could say the same for me.