Monday, July 23, 2007

One More Month

School is back in session in just one month! I've collected most of Buddy's school supplies. I need to get him to try on his uniforms from last year to see if anything still fits. If not, I need to place an order. We have to order from one specific company and they haven't been noted for the speediness of their delivery in the past.

He has plenty of socks, ties (yes, he owns three navy blue ones - due to misplacing one and then I buy another and we find the original), his belt still fits and I believe his shoes will fit. He might need a new pair of dress shoes (they have to wear black or brown dress shoes and bring tennies for gym days which would be Tuesdays and Thursdays).

As much as school gets on my nerves and homework is the bane of my existance, I am looking forward to getting the ball rolling at school this year - as I always am at this time of the summer. LOL. It always reminds me of that Staples commercial from a few years back where the dad is sailing thru the aisles with glee and the kids are looking sad as he buys back to school supplies.

Of course, I'll still have Sissy during the day, but she'll take at least one semi-decent nap for me and I can actually savor the peace and quiet for any where from 45 minutes to 2 hours.

Don't get me wrong - I love my children. But I NEED a moment of peace in my day. When I worked - before Buddy was born - I loved that my job allowed me to work alone for many hours a day, if not all day. I could get my work done and spend my lunch hour flipping through a magazine or just staring out the window while I enjoyed my lunch -

I have actually been able to read a number of books here lately since Sissy is getting a little more independent, a little more trustworthy (notice I said "a little"... she's not beyond pulling the toilet paper off the roll into the hall if the bathroom door is open.) And having that time to read has been amazing. It's the little things that make my day. :-)


  1. With one kid leaving for college this fall, the other being an independent twelve year old girl and the basement finally finished, I'm on a reading binge.

    Ya gotta love a good book and even the mediocre ones are better than television.

  2. It's the mother guilt thing in me that made me feel like I should be washing a floor or someting if the day was quiet with my two older kids gone and only the baby to care for. I got over it.

  3. I absolutely LIVED for naptime when the Things werwe younger. I totally know where you're coming from.