Motherhood and stuff: 9/4/02
Mama, I don't feel like wearing this. Can I change now?
I hate blueberry bagles! Why didn't you buy plain bagles?
Mama, where are my socks? I just had them! Where did I put them?
Mama, my new shoes don't fit today. They did the other day but they don't fit now!
Mama, how many days are left until next summer vacation?
Where is my coffee? This is an unGODly time to be up in the morning. I woke the damn birds! I wanted to shoot the paper lady because she is driving around at 5 AM. How can one function in a morning when it still appears to be night time?'>
Where is my coffee? Oh, yah. I asked that question already.
All spiffed and ready for their first day, I watched my 3 older cherubs walk down to the bus stop. I couldn't go with them, since younger cherubs were already up and stuffing bananas down their little throats.
This summer has been hard, but I did forget the little things. I haven't had to be up at 5:40 AM for 3 months. I haven't had to shuffle 5 kids around with all different bus schedules. I could lazily grab my coffee and come down for my wake up cig (shut up) without worrying if everyone was still in the PJ's.
Shoot me for complaining, okay?
Actually, I was stunned when Molly came down and was all dressed up for her first day in her new school. There are 4 elementary schools in town, and all of those that are entering 5th grade are now coming to one school. Some of my 'old friends' kids are now joining Molly and she is excited. My friend’s daughter will be there. The very-short-time friend from TKD's daughter will be there. Another local person that I met from our local board, her daughter will be there. Molly is so excited, and had to look JUST RIGHT before she left the house.
I can remember dressing her cute and her complaining about it. I put her in those two piece-matching outfits, and did her hair up in a pony tail. She hated looking like 'a girl'. She wanted to be in jeans and a tee-shirt.
Today, here she is in spiffy Capri's, real shoes and not sneakers, a blue cowl-neck sweater, matching scrungi in her hair.
I began to write an entry that was sentimental, but realized that I would cry writing it. It is too damn early to cry. I need more coffee to do such a thing!
This time next week, all 5 will be off. I am lucky this year, because Taylor's bus is coming only 20 minutes after Colin's. Last year, she was almost a full hour after he had left, which only gave me about an hour and a half of free time before he came home again. Colin only goes part time. That was my decision. To put him in Taylor's class would hold him back. The autistic and Aspergers kids in her class are severe, as is she. He follows his peers and has fun with them. As much as I would like all my kids going 6 full hours to school, it wasn't fair to him to do so.
Next year is Kindergarten for the babes and they damn well better be in full time Kindergarten too! Taylor will be in full time Kindergarten. She has to have that amount of hours in her education. Colin is the problem. This is where I will have to fight. And, fight I will. They know me well. I have already warned him of my intentions for next year. With IEP's, you have to plan early for the next year because it gets so damn complicated when towns don't want to approve the funds for the kids with PDD and Autism.
Until then, I will be happy with my 2 1/2 hours of peace. I will turn the stereo up full blast and begin my projects. That is next week though. Until then, I have this time in the morning while banana's are being shoved down throats to the tune of Sesame Street.
With dreams, thanks to my buddy Dave, I decided to ignore his email. I hate those righteous, I AM A CHRISTIAN-FOLLOW ME types. I figured that he either hasn't been laid lately, or is still a virgin and needs something to break the monotony of masturbation.
I really have to get my webcam set up though. To have him see just one day of my life might make him cut his penis off and become a celibate missionary in Brazil.
Breastfeeding and the benefits--I forgot what great advice was on early-morning television. Gee, I breast-fed all but 2 of my kids, and that is only because of their apraxic problems. It did them real well, didn't it?
Don't you just love STUDIES that involve rats and not real human beings?
Another morning interview: A survivor of September 11.
Question: "So, how do you feel knowing that you are alive and all of your friends are dead"?
Good question, Jane!
Has anyone told Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones that he is really dead and plugged into Energizer Batteries to sustain life?
Okay, that is my wrap up of morning TV. Aren't you glad I shared?
I slept on the lethal leather last night, just to ensure that I would wake up in time to get them all off to school. Okay, so that wasn't the only reason, but I refuse to admit that I am having hot flashes every night and needed the cool feeling of the leather. I am not getting old! Those are not chin hairs you see accumulating on my chin. They are pre-adolescent zits!
Which brings me to the woman that rung up my purchase at the store that was going out of business here. I got some pants for Ryan--Jordache--6 bucks! Anyway, I get in this chaotic line of immigrants that were marveling over their bargains (Lowell is loaded with immigrants), wondering which language was being spoken in each line, and I finally get to the woman that is on the register.
She had a damn mustache. Not just a little hair. She would have made Ralph envious!
What was even scarier is, that could be ME in a few years. I better start stocking up on razors.
I am off to some of my projects. I gotta get the pissy smell out of the boys room. I think the dog has done it, which will now banish her to the back yard at night. I am hoping that it isn't my age and that I missed the bathroom sometime in the recent past.
I really need more coffee................