Well, it’s September, I’d like to say that I have hit the ground running, but it felt a little more like a stagger and a stumble. Where did summer go? For reals?
We ended with the season with a beautiful vacation tucked away on the island in an ocean house with my sister’s family. It was gorgeous, I witnessed the most amazing sunrises ever. The only hardship was the moment we pulled into the driveway my phone signal blipped out, leaving me completely disconnect from the world. There was spotty WIFI I walked around the house looking to find the best signal, holding my phone up to heaven hoping for the Almighty to send me a signal. Note I was the only one who’s cell phone went bye-bye, just saying.
I survived though, and here we are, the first day of school under my belt.
Now to plan the year, I just need a planner and maybe a plan. This year has been a roller coaster ride and I feel like I need to fight the urge to finish strong, but instead, just finish with a smile on my face. We are just a couple of months away from my favorite season. Winter. It’s the season, earth falls asleep, a time of hibernation, rejuvenation, rest. It is not death, it a time to tuck yourself away in front of a cozy fire, with a fluffy blanket and torture your family with the eleventh showing of a Christmas Story. Wait, am I killing you with Christmas talk? Sorry, I can’t help it, when I see the first leaves fall, I fight the urge to throw on Michael Buble “Jingle Bells” and fire up a pot of hot apple cider. Maybe I should just get through the first week of school.
Last school year was a bit of a disaster. I missed my fair share of school events, I kept saying this is why old people should not have babies, but seriously, trying to keep up to Oliver sucked most of my IQ through the day. When I’d show up at school and see all the parents leaving with eaten trays of food, I’d realize I missed something, again. It took several months to figure out I was not on the class email list. I know I am on the list this year!
My sweet Owen, he just roles with it. He totally forgave me for picking him up fifteen minutes late the first day of school (not a stellar start) he has not however forgiven me for accidentally spraying Benadryl anti itch instead of Polysporin on his cut. Apparently Benadryl is made mostly of alcohol. They looked exactly the sameish. Man did he howl, I felt terrible, then the I had to suppress an irrational urge to laugh at myself. I may have done permanent damage to our relationship if I had not been able to squash that untimely urge.
Not a super star start to the first day of school, but it will do. On a high note, Owen came home with an empty lunch box for the first time ever. This makes me believe a) he finally ate his lunch or b) he finally figured it out that he could just throw the food away. I’m hoping for “a”, but my spidey senses are tingling.
Day two is starting in 45 minutes, so it’s time to put my game face on. I had high expectations for getting my house back in order yesterday, but little Ollie has been plagued with tummy trouble and pretty much can’t survive if he is not in my arms. My hip is officially out and my knee is tweaked from hoisting his thirty pounds up and down the stairs, so I am praying for a better day. We’ve taken dairy out of his diet for the week which is apparently the devil if you suffer tummy issues. I tried giving him coconut milk in his night-night bottle and he looked my like I was insane. Almond milk today? Get rid of the bottle? I’m not sure I am ready for this milestone. I’d miss my snuggly Ollie bottle time. Four is an acceptable age for bottle retirement, right?
