Captain Studly has a total of two, that’s TWO kids in his class and that’s counting himself. The other mom remarked she hoped both boys would be super smart by the end of the year because it’s almost like being homeschooled. I’m already feeling sorry for their teacher not to mention that this is her first year at our school. Pray for Mrs. H, y’all, she’s gonna need it. I’m not sure how many are in The Diva’s class, but if last year was any indication, she’ll have around eight. Her teacher is a hugger. Instead of a nice handshake greeting, I got the churchlady hug. That’s probably a cover for when she tries to strangle the kids, but hey, whatever works. Private school is totally worth selling that kidney. Just kidding. Well, almost.
celebrate the end of summer mourn the start of the school year, I took them to a local bookstore and turned ’em loose then took them to Chili’s for dinner. If eating with the senior citizen crowd in the late afternoon means getting seated without standing for 45 minutes nose to scalp with someone who hasn’t shampooed since Noah set sail in the ark and having a waiter practically chained to your table because there’s nothing else for him to do, I’m all in. That. was. awesome. Why, no, it doesn’t take much to impress me! How could you tell?
He looks so put upon, doesn’t he? She said she was trying to strangle him. Do I miss not having any siblings? Not a chance in hell.
And here’s me in my annual pose, I kid you not, wishing and hoping and thinking and praying…
Please, Lord, let this be a phone-call and run-ins-with-holier-than-thou-mommas free year!