Mums: Satan's Flowers

Thursday, August 27, 2015

We have now survived TWO days of school, y'all.  TWO!  We're learning our groove of getting around in the mornings.  Yesterday was totally different from Monday, because Bart was in Little Rock.  That means I had NO help with the dogs or especially getting our non-morning person girl out of bed.  I made Dory wake her again, but Dory decided to curl up in bed with Ladybug.  We got around decently, eventually, but ran a little late and got into HEAVY traffic.  So, Lorelai was a little late to her second day of school.  I blame a lot of the slowness of getting around to the fact that L's allergies kicked into hyperdrive Tuesday night, and girl does not deal well with boogers.

I blame our sinus/ allergy problems on the flowers Bart for her first day of school.  They contained mums.  Mums, I believe, are Satan's flowers.  If not for my taking Zyrtec almost religiously, I am fairly certain that my eyes would have swollen shut Monday night.  As it is, Bart left home Tuesday morning congested, and Ladybug has had nasal congestion the past couple of days.  The flowers, pretty as they are, have been sent to the garage.

Back to Day 2 of school, while I was dropping off L Wednesday morning, I stopped by the office to talk to some friends and finally get a correct i.d. tag so I could start car line.  My first car line went smoothly until L started to get in the car and dropped into full drama mode. I managed to get her to tell me that she lost her lunchbox.  So, we held up the car line and found it right where she had been sitting with the other kids, waiting to be called.

All in all, I think things are going well.  Ladybug doesn't directly answer my questions regarding school, but she lets little things slip in conversation.  Like what the other kids do or how they hurt their teacher by not listening to her.  Right now, I'm fervently praying that she doesn't come down with the stomach bug that took down her bestie yesterday.  I imagine if she gets it, I will as well.  What with teaching Sunday School and everything else, ain't nobody got time for that!

Yesterday was National Dog Day, or something along that manner.  Lucy and Dorothy celebrated as they often do.  They watched for squirrels outside the windows, we played games in the back yard once L was home, and Dory went with us to Chick Fil A.  A young man thought she was so cute with her head hanging out the window, that he reached in to scratch her head.  Thankfully she was pleasant about it.  Most of the time they're friendly girls, but they're also protective of their family.

As it is, today is a yoga pants and ponytail day, and I'm not ashamed of it a bit.  I don't have to be anywhere until Sunday morning and may just choose not to leave the house at all.  Well wait, I have to take Bart to return his rental vehicle Saturday morning.  Oh well, at least we'll get a lunch out of that ordeal.  I HATE waiting at the car rental place.  The parking there is terrible, and I'm always having to move the car around, out of the way while waiting.

Yesterday had a pall over it once I learned of the horrendous shooting of a reporter and photog live on air yesterday morning.  It make me think of all of my friends who have put themselves in danger to cover stories, of each and every one those days we all worked in a television station with absolutely no security system whatsoever.  We had our share of close calls with unstable types.   It makes me thankful for the life I have now and the days I spend with this girl.

Very First Day of School... EVER!

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Yesterday morning I woke up at 5:15, showered, dressed, and prayed a special prayer for my Ladybug.  I prayed that she would not be scared or sad.  I prayed that she would be joyful, brave, and good on that, her very first day of school... EVER.  Then I had Lucy and Dory go upstairs to wake her, because she's nicer when they do it for me.

Bart got up early to help get her dressed and just to see her before we left.  We had already decided that I would drop her off alone, because it would be weird for both of us to.  We wanted it to be as painless as possible, and quite honestly I don't know if soft, old Daddy could have done it without tears.  Often he's the more sentimental of the two of us.  I mean, HE'S the one who posted a picture of her from the day she was born on Facebook yesterday.

Once we were all dressed and gussied up, we ventured into the back yard to take the first of many First Day Of School pictures with a sign I made on all on my own (which is why it wasn't centered to Bart's tastes).  Lucy and Dory were gracious enough to photobomb one pic by both urinating in the frame.  I didn't process that one from beyond RAW.  I like to think I have a little taste.

Normally when L and I ride in the car together, there's a fight over what we listen to.  Yesterday, as soon as I figured out how to work things in the loaner Rav4 I had while the Camry had some recall work done, I played all of the music from VBS this past summer.  She loves it, and it's basically Praise & Worship music on a case of Red Bull.  The way she sang all the way to school, I chose wisely.

When we got there, I chose to forgo car line, because it was Ladybug's first day (and my tag was misspelled).  We ran into my old friend, Dana and her son B.  B is in Ladybug's class, so we had them take their picture together outside the church and went in together.  I was worried L would get upset when I left her.  After all, she had been asking me for the past couple of weeks if I would miss her while she would be at school.  However, L and B both gave their moms a curt, "Bye Mom!"  Knowing well enough to leave while things were good so as to not make them bad, we left our babies and checked them in for the day.

As I drove that monstrosity back home, I couldn't help but notice how empty the back seat was, and how quiet the house was when I came home to Lucy and Dory.  The poor dogs missed their girl and were depressed.  Both spent time in her bed Monday.  People ask what I did, well...  I did housework and got my car back from the dealership.  That pretty much took up the hours.  I missed her, but after three and a half years of being attached at the hip, I haven't minded the alone time.  Besides, it's only two days a week right this year.

The thing is, we're blessed that our church offers a preschool.  Ladybug doesn't know all of the kids in her class, but she's friends with several after having known them since they were in the baby room on Sundays.  We know most of the people who work at the preschool from church.  I couldn't have chosen a better place to begin Ladybug's educational journey. The best part is that she didn't want me to pick her up when the day was over.  She loved it and can't wait to go back tomorrow.

To celebrate this momentous day for our entire family, I took her to Build-a-Bear and got her a reasonably priced Wonder Woman dog.  After all, she is my Wonder Woman, and I want her to conquer school like Wonder Woman conquers bad guys.  Bart brought a vase of flowers, all purple and pink (her favorites) when he came home early from work.  Is she going to get gifts the first day of school every year?  No, but this was a big day for all of us.   It was a happy day.  No tears were shed by any of us.  I think I'm saving the tears for when we drop her off at college in fifteen years.  Wait, I think I'm crying right now.  No, no.  It's just my allergies because of the mums in Ladybug's bouquet.

Keeping It Classy Since 1980

Monday, August 17, 2015

A week from now I will have already dropped off and picked up my only baby from her very first day of preschool.  This week we're taking it easy, just chilling together before the bid day arrives.  I am completely a jumble of emotions over this.  I'm thrilled, I'm excited, I'm nervous, I'm nostalgic, I'm sad, and I'm completely perplexed by the complexity of modern day packed lunches.

L and Chewy enjoying a morning of Disney Junior before our life is far more scheduled.

— I haven't packed a school lunch in probably twenty-three or twenty-four years.  It's probably been since the first George Bush was in office that I've bothered with it.  When I did take my lunch, it contained a ham and cheese sandwich safely placed in a ziplock sandwich bag, some sort of Frito Lays potato chips, a Little Debbie snack cake of some sort, and some sort drink like Hi-C Ecto Cooler, Kool Aid Burst, or my favorite a Squeezit.  If none of those were available, I would buy a chocolate milk at school.  Maybe occasionally there would be some apples or grapes, but not usually.  All of this was encased in a Jem and the Holograms lunchbox curtesy of Aladdin.

Today, so I've learned, lunches are something far more elaborate.  Milk is supplied at school, and I'm pretty sure Michelle Obama herself would breath fire if anyone wanted chocolate.  We must have a protein, dairy, fruit, vegetable, and a starch.  So, Ladybug is going to have either ham or chicken, cheese, apple slices, baby carrots, and crackers.  She will not have her food lovingly packed in Ziplock bags.  Oh no, I've ordered these things called Bento boxes to place her food just so in her personalized Wonder Woman lunch box from Pottery Barn Kids.The big question will be if she eats any of it.  She is a notoriously picky eater, but thankfully she is trying new things every day.  I'm not at all against my daughter eating a balanced meal, but I kind of hate how the government has overstepped their authority in dictating what I can and cannot pack in my child's Wonder Woman lunchbox.

— Beyond all of my emotions regarding Ladybug starting preschool, I have suddenly found myself in the position of mom who volunteers for things.  Ladybug is starting Children's Choir at church next month.  I was of the opinion that since I would be taking her every week, I might as well help.  That isn't the biggest thing I've volunteered for though.  Our church is in serious need of parents who will step up and teach Sunday School, especially in the preschool department.  Ladybug's teachers last year did a great job, especially considering they had roughly twenty or more 2-3 year olds every week.  We even started a monthly rotation of parents coming in to help control the chaos.  When it was time for them to move up to the 3 yo class and get new teachers, they needed enough teachers to be able to split the group into two classes.

I saw request after request for teachers, because they only had one out of four needed and I prayed about it.  I really didn't want to leave our awesome Sunday School class or leave Bart alone in there, and I honestly don't feel equipped to teach preschoolers.  I prayed about it and prayed about it, then told the preschool director that I would step up.  Thankfully my friend  Kerry did too, so we're muddling through this together.  I never thought I would volunteer to help a preschool class. I've always related better with teenagers.  I even studied secondary education in college.  However God prepares us for where we need to be. I have spent a lot of time with almost all of these kids, and I just love them.  I think God has been preparing my heart for this.  They're a great group of kids and doing great in the smaller class setting.  It's going to be a great year, but please pray we can teach them about Jesus and not screw up royally.

— On a lighter note, Sunday as we were driving to church, Bart mentioned that it sounded like we had some sort of rope flapping against the car.  I looked down and noticed that I had shut the car door on my dress.  Ever so discreetly I pulled it out of the door.  I asked Bart if the flapping stopped, and he asked what it was.  I told him, "Oh, that was just the bottom of my dress, flapping down I-49."  That's me, folks.  Adrienne Gilbreath, keeping it classy since 1980.

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