A New-ish Chapter and Other General Vagueness

Are you ready?  I am going to pretend like I have been posting the whole time without a lapse. And then I am going to make a vague generality while attempting to sound very deep and genius-esque...

I am standing on the edge of a very big change and beginning to really like the way that it feels.

This kid, the daredevil in a blue dress, starts Kindergarten this year.  I won't lie, there will be sadness. Just as there was sadness when each of them left for school and when I ceased to be the one that held their wondering attention for hours upon hours.  After that first day, they came home bursting with stories of new friends and the unending knowledge of their teacher.  I was faced with, "Mom, you know how to spell my spelling words? Are you sure?  Maybe we should check with Mrs. Moore to make sure you are doing it right."

But with Paizlee, it feels different.  She is my last little monster at home.  She is my final attempt at instilling my children with all the goodness in the world before sending her out to get her feelings hurt or having her self-esteem tried upon a daily basis.  Oh, man. I am going to be one huge big ugly mess on the first day of school. In Paizlee's defense, she is braver than all of us put together and she will be more than fine, but I will still be a huge big ugly mess because that is my right as a mother.  That and calling dibs on getting to be first controller for Super Mario Brothers.

So, with all the spare time that I will have on my hands now that I won't have to follow Paizlee around with bubble wrap and bandages, I will get to reshape my days.  Oh, the soap operas and bon bons that will be in my future... oh, wait, that was last year.

I suppose while I am figuring out what next year will look like (especially since I just quit my soul sucking job, gasp!) I will hang out with the monsters.  I am good, no, great with that until I come up with my next genius-esque idea. 

If Kindergarteners Ruled the World...

... Barack Obama would be President.

Breuklyn informed me on the way home that her Kindergarten class voted today. Barack Obama was the winner, 10-8. When I asked her which person she voted for, she told me,

"I picked Rock Bama because I think he has a really cool name. Oh, and because he believes everyone should be able to go to doctor and it shouldn't cost lots and lots of money."

That's why I voted for him too, well, sort of.

There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe

Breuklyn's Kindergarten class had their Mother Goose play this morning. We have been reciting nursery rhymes since the first day of Kindergarten. There is only so much of Little Miss Muffet that a mom can take, let me tell you.

Breuklyn was assigned the role of the old woman who lived in the shoe. She was livid. She did not want to be an old woman. The fact that she was going to live in a shoe did not bother her, but heaven forbid that she be an old woman.

Thankfully, her teach took pity on her and she became the "young soccer mom" who lives in a shoe. Poor Mother Goose just rolled over in her grave.

(Pictures soon)