First week of school recap
The first week of school went just fine, thankyouverymuch. Margaret got up on time (thanks to her alarm … no one in this house wants to poke that sleeping bear), got herself ready each day while I stood in the kitchen in my pjs listing to one side while I attempted to make some sort of breakfasts and lunch. Sometimes I got to curl her hair, too. I like those days.
Drop off and pick up at the middle school was no problem. Mar had some homework which she groused about and then completed early without being reminded.
We had a nice weekend which included going to see Rockestra outside on the CMU campus. The weather was beautiful and they sounded great. I love Rockestra because it provides something for everyone and features so many talented individuals coming together in the name of music. Go music!
Sunday, I thought it would be fun to take my dad’s guns to the rifle range. Bill grew up hunting and was in the military. I have virtually no experience with guns because I’ve always said I don’t like guns.
Once arriving at the firing range, I was reminded why I thought I didn’t like guns: they shoot bullets really fast and are really loud. Plus, there are other people with guns shooting them with real bullets … big guns. I jumped every time someone pulled the trigger. Oh, I tried to act like I was down with guns, but just holding a rifle with an actual bullet in it scared the bejeezus out of me. But I did it. I shot a rifle, a shotgun and a pistol. They were scary and I needed a beer afterward.
Sunday night we watching one of the few remaining Breaking Bad. Why wouldn’t I?
Monday got off to a good start. I had a productive day and was ready for pick-up at the right time. Mar was waiting out front. But then it happened. For the first time in the two years and one week that Margaret has been going to middle school, some jerk baby had to go and blow the quite chaos that is pick-up by honking and yelling at me.
We are all there trying to do the exact same thing. But apparently he’s the most important tan, Suburban driver in the world and he rattled my beans a bit. He would have had to wait for approximately 45 seconds to a minute for Mar to get in my car. But since that seems too much of a burden, I moved my car. Not good enough, he had to yell at me in the school parking lot in front of his kids and his kids’ teachers.
I hope he felt better. He successfully made me feel bed, so the victory is his. But, writing about his jerk-baby-self helps me feel better about it.
Fact is there is a lot of stress and strain on all of us parents as we get our kids ready for school. I try to always give the other parents and kids the benefit of the doubt. We are all working toward the same goal. We all have to deal with the financial burden of getting kids back to school. We have to change our schedules. And, of course, life happens whether kids need to be picked up or not.
While I was rattling this around in my head, I got an email from the fine folks at Famous Footwear. Check out their tips for taking the stress out of buying school shoes. Also, they have sales going on which is awesome.