I have really begun to enjoy the time I volunteer at the Elementary Kids’ school, especially since 75% of my kids are there and its literally a 3 minute walk from my house. That may be a Stepford perk, come to think of it, one of maybe three. The others may revolve around the drama I get to make up while spying on my neighbors. I don’t do that. Much. Today, I was merely an audience member, and book fair chaperone, hopping between two first grade classes full of the most fantastic beings...
Birthday Hell Week has come to an end. Three birthdays in six days requiring cakes (not that I did those, but its still pressure, yo), presents, and the rest of the festivities (oh, wait, I don’t do those stupid huge parties anymore)… but, its over, and I can rest. Ha. Dozer's Butt Cake! Enigma is 10 now, and I had the great honor of telling him that the uncle he was named after was at my 10th birthday and dubbed me with the “double digits” club membership. Enigma smiled...
This school year has been pretty tough in the Melia household. While I’ve been to just about every school meeting, physically (just smile and nod), my mind has continually been elsewhere. In an effort to make me feel bad about how uninvolved I’ve been in my child’s education because I’ve been selfishly preoccupied with my own education, my other kids, and the 7 million other things I’ve been juggling on my own, I received a note home from Enigma’s special needs...
You taste a lot like October, only not quite as much pesto. Fascinating. I am beat. Tie dye selling was a bust (more on that to come) but trick or treating was fun, so it all worked out. Enigma went as “Robot Cowboy,” but became “Robot Cowboy Burrito” when a neighbor told us that if we wore foil hats to Chipotle on Halloween, we’d get a free burrito. Tempting… very tempting. Talker was “Death by Video Games” complete with blood running from his eyes....
Let me first preface this by saying that its almost 7pm and I’m savoring a beer. I’ve not yet eaten dinner, lunch was “hummus-on-the-run” and I’m feeling just a little overwhelmed. Mostly because I totally forgot about Enigma’s school conference today, which I realized right after a phone call from Talker’s History teacher. Have I mentioned, yet, that The Husband is out of town? I may or may not have considered letting Talker go find magazines for his...
