Junior!

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Kayley started her junior year yesterday, back at the school I pulled her out of a year ago. Things have changed dramatically for her over the past year, and I’m sending her back confident that things will be awesome. Look at my big girl!

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Standardized testing…gas prices…grumble grumble…

I don’t think anybody likes the CSAP. I’ve heard kids, parents, and teachers bitch about it endlessly, but I never gave it much thought until this year. Since Kayley is doing virtual school instead of traditional school, she has to actually leave our house to go take the CSAP somewhere. When we signed her up for this, I was told the testing location would be “probably a nearby high school.” Hey! We live across the street from a high school. How convenient. But, nope! The location for the CSAP is a college site approximately 15 miles away. Every day this week, I’ve driven a half hour to get Kayley to the testing site, while my dear friend takes the girls to school for me. Then I drive a half hour back home. Then, after dicking around with household drudgery for a little while, I pick up the four little ones from school and ALL of us drive for almost 40 minutes in traffic to pick her up, and then 40 minutes back home. I’ve gone through an entire tank of gas in my Tahoe in four days. I am SO motherf-ing sick of driving, listening to Laurie Berkner in the car, and not getting anything done at home because I’ve been driving around all week. Thank God today is the last day! Kayley’s super happy about it, too. This is her last day of taking the CSAP ever, since she’s a sophomore. Good riddance, man.

I guess Mallory will be taking it next year in 3rd grade, but I’m pretty sure we can opt Pablo out. I’ll have to ask about that. Anybody know?

Remember how excited I was to track back on?

Yeah, that was last week at this time. Oh, the memories – such good, happy, quiet days they were. And now, here we are, back at home again, bickering and fighting and turning construction paper into confetti faster than you can say, “Snow Day.” The bitter cold has kept us housebound. Not just any old bitter cold, either. Cold as a witch’s titty cold. We’re supposed to see 23 degrees below zero tonight. Thursday’s forecasted 35 is going to feel downright tropical.

The kids are missing school and their friends, but they’re keeping me on my toes. Today, I didn’t get to sit on my sofa at all, because every last cushion was used to create a fort or a horse to ride on. The kids made their own lunches, and they set up a picnic right in the kitchen. Pablo impressed the heck out of me, fetching all the ingredients to make his very own bologna, cheese, and strawberry jelly sandwich. *bleah!* Hey, if he’ll eat it, I don’t care. Here are my monkeys, chillin’ in the kitchen today:

Oh, I hope I can access my extra patience tomorrow! We’re all sort of struggling to be kind with one another, while everyone is a little bored, and a little disappointed about the things they’re missing out on. Maybe we’ll shoot for a spa day tomorrow, and do everyone’s nails. Think that’ll keep ‘em happy?

Six. More. Days.

I wouldn’t say this has been the longest track-off in history. No, that honor goes to the track-off that occurred two years ago at this time, when I had all my children at home for five weeks and I had to spend that whole time unpacking from our move. But still, this break has gone on for awhile. The last day of school was December 17th. So much has HAPPENED since then! Christmas! New Years! Kayley’s beau Matt came to visit! The girls turned 6! I lost my mind! Oh, wait, that still hasn’t happened, but I feel like I’m right on the edge. Now, I’m feeling like there’s an end in sight. We’re into the final stretch! I need to buy lunchbox snacks and get Pablo a haircut and do a shitload of laundry. I need to start making my kids go to bed before 10. And we REALLY need to work on shoe-tying. I did say I was going to make sure the girls mastered it before track-on, didn’t I?

I cannot WAIT for that first day, when I can come home and sit on the couch and listen to the sound of … NOTHING. No Spongebob, no bickering, no squawking, no maniacal laughter, no “she hit me back!”, no Disney Channel, no iCarly, no Taylor Swift, no ratchety trucks being driven around the kitchen at breakneck speed, no whining, no crying, no teasing, no singing the wrong words to Wham’s “Last Christmas”, no begging for food, no whining about being bored, NOTHING. It’ll be epic.

By my calculations…

The kids are finally in school, why am I not getting anything done? Thoughts about having all five children in school, for the first time in history. (Yay! New video post!)

It’s coming…

The first day of school, that is! My kids are SO EXCITED to be heading back to school – well, TO school for the very first time, in Nikki and Lexi’s case. They’re starting kindergarten! And guess who is JUST as happy about all of this? MOMMY! Yeah!

People keep asking me, what am I going to DO with myself? I have no idea. I’d like to think I’ll spend time getting pedicures and shopping at Target all by my lonesome. Unfortunately, I’ve already spent all my money on this:

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And I still need to buy more pencils. Why in the world do 2nd graders need 48 sharpened pencils? Forty-eight? Seriously? For each kid, mind you. And my kindies need 24 each. I’m going to have to buy new batteries for our pencil sharpener!

Popping in real quick…

I can’t seem to catch my own ass lately. Between having family in town, having four puking children, and dealing with regular school-related stuff, I’m just up to my armpits in laundry, leftovers, and small children. Still, I wanted to post a quick little update, since my own daughter is giving me grief about never posting on my blog! Can I share with you a small secret? Big things are coming here. Big! Just wait. For now, here’s what’s on my mind:

  • I’m making my Big Ol’ Shopping List and cross referencing it with store ads, my coupon pile, and my recipe collection – and all of a sudden, I’m hugely annoyed at recipes that call for things like or “one half pound cheddar cheese.” The cheese I buy is printed with the quantity in CUPS and OUNCES. Not POUNDS. Like I have time for more mental calculations? I’m already shopping with two 5-year-olds! Give me a break, man!
  • As long as I’m on a tangent about grocery shopping, here’s something I noticed recently. You know how you’ve always been taught to buy the big container of whatever it is you’re buying, because it’s a better buy? That’s no longer true in most cases. I always check the unit price to see if I’m getting a stellar deal, and I’ve been shocked to learn that in nearly all cases, the middle-of-the-road size is the best deal. The bigger box almost always costs more per ounce! What the hell? I can see Mr. Burns gleefully rubbing his hands together, now that we’ve fallen into his clever trap. We’ve been trained to grab the huge box of Cheerios in order to save money in the long run, and now it’s biting us all in the ass. Boooooo, grocery stores.
  • My kids have just a couple of days left until they track off for three weeks. This COMPLETELY snuck up on me. Usually, I’m ready. I’m counting down the days! I’m making plans for park outings and bedroom renovations. And looking forward to sleeping in! But not this time. I think I lost a week somewhere while the kids were sick. I just yesterday realized that this is my last week with only TWO kids at home instead of four. (Five, while Kayley’s off the week of Spring Break!) Time to embrace the conversion from The House of Chaos to The House of Lazy.
  • It’s gorgeous outside! Oh, wait! It’s snowing! No, it’s gorgeous again! 70 degrees, chirping birds, kids in shorts. Ohhhhh, my bad. Now it’s snowing again. The wind is blowing 40 miles per hour and the road is covered with an inch of ice. Were we planning to drive anywhere? Scratch that. Oh, but wait! It’s warming up! The sky is blue! It’s 70 degrees again! Let’s go to the park! Wheee! Ohhhhh, actually, yeah. It’s starting to snow again. FUCK YOU, COLORADO SPRINGTIME. Thirty-seven years and I’m still not used to you.
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