Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2016-08-31 05:37:10 (UTC)

Panther Preview

The day revolved around last minute preparations for school (the kids go back tomorrow). Kiki had "panther preview", a 3 hour intro to middle school life - no parents allowed. She met up with her 8th grade buddy, got her class schedule, met her teachers, and played some games. She didn't go into too much detail about it when I picked her up, but she was in high spirits, so I'm assuming she had a good time. Her buddy was waiting with her outside, and she looked to be a very sweet girl. I'm glad Kiki is having a positive transition into middle school. It's so hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that she's growing up. I still remember her being just a few weeks old, smiling up at me (intentionally) for the very first time. Now she's almost taller than me. Ugh...

There was a large chunk of time between Kiki finishing up with her orientation and Keenan's at 4:30pm. It was plenty enough time to run back to Costco for the couple things I forgot yesterday (tofu and potatoes... and of course a couple other things, because you can't leave Costco without spending $100). We had to take a pair of jeans back to Forever 21 because I got 28's and Kiki couldn't even get them pulled over her thighs. So, we exchanged them for 30's. After that, we still had two hours until Keenan's open house. So, I figured we could all benefit from a little siesta.

I climbed into bed at 3:30pm on the dot. I set my alarm for 4pm, and closed my eyes. I don't think I really slept. I fell into an almost trance-like state. I could hear everything going on in the house (Kiki and Keenan bickering in the kitchen, Dingo barking, the dishwasher running), but I wasn't aware of how much time had passed or whether or not I'd slept at all. When my alarm went off, I opened my eyes and felt like I'd never closed them. Still a little tired, and now cranky because I shouldn't be.

We spent all of 10 minutes in Keenan's class. He deposited his supplies into his desk and cubby. I filled out the usual paperwork. Said "hi" to his teacher, and that was it. I'm not a fan of large crowds, and that's exactly what open house is. In fact, the only reason we even go is because they don't announce who gets what teacher until that day. You have to find your student's name on a giant wall of kids listed in alphabetical order. Thank goodness our name starts with A! Keenan's teacher is new to the school. A replacement for Kiki's favorite teacher Mr. Ham. He died of esophageal cancer last spring. We took Kiki to his memorial service, but she still doesn't seem to fully grasp that he's gone. When we arrived at Keenan's classroom she said "this is Mr. Ham's room!" Not in the past tense. But like he's still there. I don't know how to help her, other than constantly reminding her that Mr. Ham is gone forever. Which just makes her sad, because she really wanted Keenan to have her favorite teacher. Death is unfair. I can think of lots of people more deserving of an untimely death (harsh, I know).

I made a really great tofu scramble for dinner. I feel like I'm really honing my craft when it comes to perfecting my scramble. Keenan told me it's his favorite meal now. Which is high praise coming from him! He's such a finicky eater.

I'm still cranky... I need to go to bed so I can get up early with the kids... and get some decent sleep simply because I need it.




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