As I sat down to write this, I realized that this is my 600th post! My gracious, I have had a lot to say. I've been writing this since 2008, when the boys were both in preschool and the first day of school looked like this:
And now it looks like this:
And just to be sure you appreciate how much they've stretched:
I feel like I should say something emotional and touching about the fleeting nature of time, but damn, I'm feeling like I've been flung into a first-day-of-school-suddenly-huge-to-do-list tornado. How did that happen? Just yesterday I curled up on the couch to read a book for hours; currently I'm feeling like a hummingbird on speed. MUST DO ALL THE THINGS IMMEDIATELY.
Speaking of to-do lists, my husband was reading something on personality types, and he hilariously realized, after eleven years of marriage, what "type" I am.
Mr: Wow, you're really a Type A.
Me: I know.
Mr: You and all your lists. You're exactly a Type A.
Me: I know.
Mr: No, I mean, you have every trait on this list.
Me: I KNOW.
Mr: "Obsessed with time management", "rigidly organized", "want people to get to the point", "always try to help others", "impatient".
Me: I'm not impatient!
Mr: *hysterical laughter*
It's true, anyway, which is why I'm making lists upon lists about every little thing I have to do over the next six weeks and it seems like a lot right now. It's the September rush, I guess, and we're all into it. This happens to me every year, and it's why I learned after Mark's kindergarten year that I should say no to being on every single committee.
In any case, the boys are pleased to be back at school. They are in conjoined classrooms, which is nice for them - they can see each other but still be fairly autonomous. They are with the exact opposite teachers that I thought they would be with, but that's okay; they each have good friends in their classes. So far, so good.
The dog, though. The poor puppy. He's slumped into his usual back-to-school depression, with the realization that going forward his days are going to be spent exclusively with the least interesting person in the house. When I came home after drop off, he went outside and lay in the sun for a few hours; a squirrel was in our yard and even made it out alive, that's how depressed he is. Not to worry, if history is any indication of the future, Barkley will perk up soon and find many small animals and/or birds to kill/ eat/ and have me pick up in various forms, crying.
Since it's my 600th post, I feel like I should do something to show my appreciation to you, my dear readers. Another giveaway, perhaps? I do not know what the prize will be. A Starbucks gift card? Chocolates? An old economics textbook? Kidding, the shipping on that would be murder. To enter this random, prize-to-be-determined giveaway, leave a comment about any of the following: what personality type you are, what topics do you like to read about on this blog, do you prefer sweet things or salty things, or just say hi! Name to be drawn September 13! Friday the 13th....spooooookyyyy. xoxo