I Thought I Was so Cool

Here in Northern Virginia school follows the old time traditional calendar. Classes don't begin until after Labor Day and they let out in June.

Here at Mamma's house we have a guy starting Kindergarten next week. And while it took some time before our friend was convinced he'd actually attend, I was completely unphased as a seasoned mom convinced that everything would be fine. J has an older brother who will be a sixth grader, and we'd been through this all before. I'm on the PTA, I've been the class mom, I survived Colonial Days (yes it required me dressing up in period dress) and I've spent more money at fundraising auctions and on wrapping paper than I care to admit.

But the oddest thing happened this evening.

I was filling out all of the paperwork and questionnaires tonight and when I finished I decided to read the Kindergarten teachers' newsletter. It was filled with much of the usual talk about "our community of learners" (oh that's too sweet) and all kids reacting to beginning school differently (yadda yadda yadda) and then I reached this phrase: "we're here to help them as they make their transition into the big wide world."

And tears welled up in my eyes.

Guess I'm not so seasoned after all.

I'm on Blog Vacation Today

Check out where I'm staying tonight.

A Little Spring Summer Cleaning

It's that time of the year to rearrange the furniture. Typically, I do it late at night when I can't stand the current digs one minute more, but here on the interwebs I'm forced to rely on the help of friends.

Say hi to Geff. Geff's making room for more real estate on the site. And all out of the kindness of his heart--and the fact that he feels bad that he didn't call me the last time he came to town.

Some day I may actually treat this blog with tender-loving care and put it in the hands of a professional, but for now it's stuck with my mad paint.net skillz and poor ole Geff.

So sorry blog.