Missy Hoohaw may be loving Kindergarten, but I am most emphatically NOT. Getting up early sucks hairy monkey ass. I don't mind the whole breakfast biz, but remembering everything that needs to happen before we can leave? ARGH. I mean really, who can remember that a child should probably chew up a gummy vitamin before she brushes her teeth. If, ahem, the who in question even remembers that teeth should be brushed. Oye.
We were good until this morning, when I forgot we were supposed to be at school. FORGOT! Sweet hades, what is wrong with me? So yes, having the middle one in school is sort of kicking my ass.
But wait, there's more! Because on Monday, Drama Queen begins HIGH SCHOOL! Yes, I am using a lot of caps, because, children, I am FREAKING the HELL OUT! So far the school district has ignored my pleas for just two more weeks of summer, but I'm planning on throwing myself on the shoes of our superintendent today.
Now it will be two in school. That's two lunches to pack, two schedules to keep, two piles of homework to ride herd on, two girls to drag out of bed and monitor while their brother begs to go to " 'gool." If you need me, I'm curled in the corner of my living room, rocking and weeping, singing Boom Boom Pow under my breath.
Friday, August 21, 2009
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Welcome to My World
It's a crazy one. Here's the guide.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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7 comments:
oh hon...soon will be the day when you BEG for school to start, so you can send the little spawns from hell back to the people that WANT then for 8 hours a day!!!!
I LOVE school!!!!
haha, hopefully it wont be as bad as it seems, soon the schedule from last year and all the years b4 that from DQ will kick in & soon ur going to be awaiting the day that Red goes to school.
Or possibly not, we all kno mothers hate seeing their children leave, so scratch that =P
GOOD LUCK thou! Just keep those songs humming under ur breath, u shall prevail lol
I told my husband last night that I have no clue how I'm going to manage when Cakes is in school. I can't remember everything that I'm supposed to remember just for Bee! Does she need gym shoes today? Where is her library book? Is it my turn for snack?
And what will I do when all three of them go?
My brain will short circuit.
As I complained about on the blog, I am totally freaking about Sprog being in HIGH SCHOOL as well. We have orientation tomorrow at 10 am and then he starts school on Monday.
ARRRRGGGHHH.
I am sending you sympathy, but really, think of ALL the time alone. I love school.
i used to whine about my oldest getting an afternoon class for kinder. but now, i love it. we are not morning people and it gives me time to get her ready and save me some sanity.
2 in school?? wow!!!! hang in there!
The getting up early never gets easier. But the having kids in school does. You've probably already figured out a routine that works best for your family.
And thanks for getting Boom Boom Pow stuck in my head. My hubby & son made new lyrics which I am now singing. Meow, Meow Ruff, I like to lick my stuff.
Sigh. ;)
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