Quiet... peaceful

It's 8:39a. I've just finished reading the last few pages of Julia Child's 'My Life in France' (amazing book, by the way... just amazing). The house is quiet, so quiet I can hear the hum of the frig and the computer working. I'm not used to this quiet yet and still reveling in it. Kailey and Maggie started school last week, though this is first full week of school, Corinne is sleeping in and I am enjoying these mornings.

I haven't had this much peace since Kailey was an infant and I used to get up for her 6a feeding, than put her back down and stay up until she was up again until 9a. I can remember thinking how peaceful 6:30 in the morning really was outside on my deck, with my hot tea and my latest book. I'm that person again, only I sent the kids off to school with my hubby and the baby still sleep on, but my hot tea is in hand... latest book just finished and 8:30 in the morning looks just as peaceful.

The girls are adjusting just fine to school. Kailey is happy to be back and loves her new teacher. Maggie loves her teacher as well, and is slowly meeting new friends, I know she'll be ok. I'm good too, I'm enjoying the time away from two older girls after all constant time together this summer. I'm excited to see them after school. Corinne and I putter our days away, it hasn't seemed hard to fill the time, but it's nice to see 'me' again too.

Home again, home again

jiggity jig. Oh yes... I made the dreaded flights home, dreaded for so many reasons. Kailey didn't want to leave her papa and friends (and neither did I truth be told), it seemed like a long day already be the time we boarded the first plane at 4:50p and I became the mom with 'that kid' on the second plane. Corinne fussed and cried the ENTIRE second flight home, it was miserable and icky and every other four letter word you would like to insert yourself... go ahead, I'll let ya. Oh I know, her ears were hurting and it was past her bedtime but by the time the time the first hour was over so was I. I could have strapped her to the top of the plane as the Griswold's strapped their poor ol' dead grandma to the top of the car in 'Vacation' and been as pleased as pie.

We've been home now for two days and I feel just as drained. I can't believe school! starts! Monday! Holy moly! Who thought it was such a good idea to come back at 1am exactly one week for school started? HHHhhmmm? Um, oh ya, me.

Spent all evening at Tar-zhay buying up what school supplies were left for those mommies like me that wait for the week! before! school! starts! to buying them (silly mommy). Of course while I was trying to find that very specific, non-tar-zhay-clear-drying-washable-glue-stick (times 10) for the 2nd grade class Corinne is attempting to make a death trap out of the shopping cart. I mean seriously kid.... doesn't she realize how hard it is to go through all those glue sticks and find the specific one? (Not to mention the type of gallon size, zippered closer, colored, labeled, Glad bags) What happened to the type 2 pencils, 64 box of crayons and a backpacks? (oh my goodness... I may have just sounded like my mom and dad when discussing my childhood)

And with that it may be time to go!

Baby... it's hot outside

112.... that was the heat index yesterday. I'm not sure of the actual temp, let's just say hot. It'll sum it up. Kailey and Maggie went to Czech dance practice in the morning and even in the shade, in the morning the were ready to get back home. By the afternoon it was miserable. How is that as adults we don't remember playing in the same heat as children? I know I did. I'm back in the same small Nebraska town, the same early August heat and humidity, and yet all I remember is the pool and the sprinkler, the popscicles and lightning bugs, the games outside and riding bikes. I don't remember the heat like I feel it now. I've wondered if it's not the as giving birth, we know that pregnance it's all fun and games and birthing has pain invoved but the end result is so worth it. Then we forget all about it once the babe is here, so we'll once again have another child.... is summer as a child the same way?