Sunday, we'll be at M1 and M2's school for a couple hours for Open House. M2's teacher is out of town, so we won't have a chance to meet her before the first day.
The nice thing about Open House is the teachers allow you to bring in the mega list of school supplies and leave them in their designated spots in the classroom. So much better than lugging all that stuff in the first day when you already have nine million other things on your mind.
I anticipate that the first day of school for M2 this year will be much like the first day for M1 last year. It was a brand new school and yet, M2 lucked out and had a girl in her class whom she had been in daycare/preschool with for three years prior. This time around, it's M2 who is pretty sure she will know no one in her classroom. With four sections of kids with 24 kids each, that's a very real possibility. I'm sure she'll be okay, though. She always seems to land on her feet.
In addition to school starting this coming week, the older girls will resume piano lessons. M2 will keep on with her swimming and M3 will continue with gymnastics. I'm also planning to be the assistant leader of M2's Brownie troop this year. She is really into Girl Scouts for some reason and I want to support her in that. She had such a great time last year and I was surprised at how actively she participated in the meetings. I want to encourage her to continue that and be confident in doing things she enjoys.
Monday evening, we will head to the neighborhood public school to meet M3's teacher and figure out the layout of her building. I've only been to the main office and the gymnasium. I'm hopeful I can sneak away Monday evening (even though it is the night before M1 and M2's first day) for a Girls on the Run volunteer meeting. Supposedly, M1 has an opportunity to register for the program at her school at Open House tomorrow. Let's hope we find the volunteer lady before all the spots are filled. I missed a running night this week and now my schedule is all off, so I need to put myself back on track tomorrow lest this missing running nights gets out of hand.
Still working two jobs (the 3rd one is in an office next door to the second one and I'm on call if needed) and wondering where my summer went. We're also waiting to see what the results of my husband's higher order platelet functioning test are. We know, from a stupidly useless and unclear phone call from the Ohio State University hematologist, that there is a problem. He chose not to explain it over the phone even after my husband explained he cannot come to Columbus for an explanation in person because, well, he can't see to drive. Duh. Let's just say if whatever it is that ails him has a name, we have Google and we're not complete idiots. Pretty sure we could figure this out. I'm also not impressed that he told us it 'could be' hereditary. We'll have to keep an eye on M2 if so because the good Lord knows that women have many more opportunities to be operated on than men--c-sections, anyone?
Other than that, life is as usual--chaotic, frustrating and passing at the speed of sound.
I began reading Eat, Pray, Love after seeing the movie with a group of ladies this past Tuesday
evening. Don't laugh, but I think I may try meditation soon. I just need to find a quiet place where I can completely relax without worrying about being interrupted.
Is it possible to meditate at work? In the bathroom? In the car in the parking lot at work?
I seriously doubt being able to convince my mind to 100% surrender and relax at home because unless everyone is asleep (and even then it's iffy), interruptions abound.
I'll have to figure it out, I suppose, because the idea appeals to me very much and I think if I could learn how to quiet my mind, I could stop having thoughts about doing bodily harm to total strangers who get in my way. I may also be able to alleviate the anxiety attacks that sneak up and grab me in the middle of the night when I should be relaxed and sleeping.
Let's hope everyone (but my husband, I guess) being back on a regular schedule will make a difference in our home's demeanor.