Ever since Jack came down with pneumonia in MARCH, at least one person in our family has been sick. I think Molly is the only one who hasn't had coughing fits at night or gone through a box of Kleenex in one afternoon. Phillip had to go to the doctor THREE TIMES before he finally started to get better and I found myself at the doctor this morning. I wouldn't have gone - I can't remember the last time I went to the doctor for something unrelated to having babies - but after watching Phillip go through what was definitely more than a man cold, I was worried.
I'm fine, of course, just coughing, just a virus. Ho hum. The best thing to come out of this is a text from Phillip promising to be home by 5:30 with take out dinner for the kids. Excellent.
There are plenty of not so great things, however, and most of those have to do with Not Feeling Up To It. I don't know if it's because it's the end of the year or we're all hacking up our lungs or what, but I am no longer okay with the complicated drop off pick up schedule. Suddenly I am OVER IT. I am DONE. I don't WANT to go out for another time killer coffee and treat. At the beginning of the school year I looked at it as something to power through and survive. Somewhere in the middle I MIGHT have started to enjoy it. We got into a rythym, you know, and found "our" coffee shops and developed a not-very-routine routine. But it needs to be done now. I am finished. I am tired. I AM READY FOR THE NEXT THING NOOOOOOW.
Did I tell you that I took Molly to the early kindergarten entrance thing? Quick review: Molly was born one day past the kindergarten cut off date. Kids born in the eight weeks after the cut off date are eligible for early entrance testing so I signed her up and paid the $90 fee and shlepped her to a morning of assessments. I have absolutely no idea what went on - all the parents stayed in the lunchroom while the kids went to classrooms, and then immediately disappeared as soon as the kids were back with their parents. So! If she "passes" we get a date with a school psychologist for one more test, then apparently they tell us if she gets to go to school in the fall. I've heard this could happen, like, the day before school starts. Fun times!
Even though it's not for sure, I can't think of a single reason why Molly wouldn't be admitted and I am beginning to dream about September. Not because my kids are so horrible and I'm dreaming about school starting before summer vacation even starts, I'm just already in love with my LIFE come September. Jack and Molly at the same school, on the same schedule, with the same notifications and lunches and picture days and fundraiser days and BE STILL MY HEART! Drop them both off at 8:45 and pick up at 3:00 and whatever I want in between. Just one baby to work with, no naps and drive times to coordinate, I am swooning, people. Weak-kneed.
I feel senioritisy about things I have no business feeling senioritisy about. Especially being someone who is way past her senioritis days. Can I just blame the time of year?
Oh AND? Deck demo starts next week after Memorial Day. More fun times!