I was always so depressed the last weekend of my summer vacation. I remember getting out of school in May and thinking I had ALL THIS TIME to enjoy not being in school - and then all I did was sit around and complain to my mother that I was ‘bored’ or that there ‘was nothing to do.’ I long for those days of boredom. And then when the middle of August rolled around, I found myself moaning about not wanting to go back - and my moaning got worse the older I got.
My son is not like me. For weeks now, he’s been floating around the house talking about GOING BACK TO SCHOOL! And how he’s going to be UPSTAIRS this year! And he’s a THIRD GRADER NOW!
Thank God, that I did what I did not do last year and went ahead and bought his school supplies from the school. In August 2007, I raced around this city trying to find purple zebra striped folders with pockets. I’m exaggerating, but not by much. Turtle has reached the age where all of his teachers belong to that colored folder cult and so I have to send two pocket/three ring folders in every color found in a skittles packet. Plus - for added fun, some of the folders might have to be plastic and if that is the case, then just go ahead and put that six pack in the backseat of your car because you’re going to need it after DRIVING ALL OVER THE CITY to every staples, office max, kinkos etc trying to find those f’ers.
But this year… this year Turtle is set. And all I had to do was get his uniforms and go to the grocery yesterday to make sure he has his lunch supplies.
I’ve tried to have as much fun with him this weekend as I can (while also trying to get some things done around this house). Yesterday we made a peach-blueberry cobbler and this morning I made a southwestern chicken brunch dish. So at least we have been eating well.
My dad is coming over this morning to look at this area where my refrigerator sits. The idiots that were in his house before me, never finished walling all the way around that area, so my dad and I are going to see if we can just get some sheetrock and finish up their halfass job. One more thing crossed off my list.
There are days where I am really excited about moving and can’t wait, and then there are days (like today) where I am overwhelmed at the number of pieces in this puzzle.