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All these days leading up to the first day of school can be rather depressing. My Big Daddy's debit card is smoking, it's had so much use.
I mean when you have four kids, you are looking at totals like:
We won't even begin to discuss the clothes and shoes that are needed. But, I did get Jake's new shoes. For 70 freakin' dollars.
Seriously.
WTH? I never had shoes that cost that much when I was 12 years old. And if I did ... I will never admit it (so save your comment, mother).
Anyway ... what I'm trying to say ... is that with all that dough flying out of my Big Daddy's wallet ... I'm still able to look at the bright side of things.
Ya know what I mean!?
After all, this IS the most wonderful time of the year ...
Yeah.
So.
The other day I'm sitting in my kitchen cleaning up someone's mess that was not my own, because that is all I seem to be doing this summer, and Emily struts her stuff into the room. I could hear the annoying clatter that came from the shoes she was wearing. Ya know, the ones she has been forbidden to play in. The same ones that I haven't had on my feet in eight years and have no intention of ever wearing ... but that is beside the point.
The point is that obviously my children have a listening problem. However, we've all known that for quite a while now, haven't we? So I should just get over it already.
Anyway ... once the loud banging came to a halt ... I turned to scold her for getting into my closet again and order her to go put the shoes back and fetch some that were in her dress up bin. I wasn't quick enough though, because she spoke first.
"Look Mom!" she said to me in a tone that told me she was mighty proud of herself. "I got all dressed and I look just like a lawyer, don't I?"
Ummmm ... okay.
Define lawyer.
Molly's kindergarten play date was penciled onto our calendar for yesterday evening. However, after clicking on the weather tab of our local news station's website,I decided we wouldn't be partaking in the fun of meeting Molly's classmates for this coming year. The heat index was 104 degrees people. I might melt.
And then what would you do?
You'd miss me like crazy ... that's what!
Anyway, we did show up at the very end to make an appearance. Ya know, because we're losers like that. And get this ... Molly played the 'shy' card.
I KNOW!
Molly doesn't have a shy bone in her body ... I mean, to say Molly is shy, is like saying that Molly doesn't like to have her picture taken. It just doesn't make any sense.
So, after she performed her little bashful act, she finally hugs her very-soon-to-be teacher, who just happens to be the same teacher that guided my other three children into their school career ...
(Obviously Mrs. B. is a glutton for punishment, but still it's so cool that all four of my kids have had the same kindergarten teacher, huh? I thought so too!)
... and then runs off to play or bully the other children on the playground. I don't know which, because I wasn't watching. And then, her teacher turns to us and says, "She is so cute!"
Now, I'm not a psychic or anything ... but I'm pretty much guaranteeing that 'cute' will not be the word she uses to describe Molly a week from now.
Just sayin'.
Actual conversation that took place in my home this morning:
Molly: MOM! Emily just said she hated me.
Emily: I did NOT. I said I don't like you.
Molly: It's the same thing.
Emily: Get a clue. It's not even close to the same thing.
Molly: Oh yeah? Then what is the difference.
Emily: If I say one I get in a little trouble. If I say the other I get in BIG trouble. Duh.
Molly: MOM! Emily just said I was dumb.
