Been one hell of a few weeks ...
So the subsequent moving and settling occurs, landing us in some semi-functional living situation where we can eat, drink, and be merry in some relative comfort. However, we are far from "unpacked" ... the boxes have been bad. Sequestered in their own room (which has naughty designs on becoming a pub later), the boxes are shut away from sight, forcefully forgotten. It is my little oubliette for the evil mystery boxes. Did I mention that I hate unpacking?
The boy starts kindergarten tomorrow ... that idea fills me both with panic and relief. I'm hoped he's well liked, enjoys a decent school experience, and is as excited about continuing as his older sister. Little Boo gets to start preschool as well and she's very excited. We're also in the process of trying to get her speech therapy, but at $100 per session, they come few and far between. I'm hoping preschool will assist in those measures - if not, I know that the public school nearby has a speech pathologist on hand.
Speaking of which, time for open house.
When did I get so domesticated? I'm starting to make lustful eyes at top end model washers and dryers.
Gods help me.
/grrlie out
The boy starts kindergarten tomorrow ... that idea fills me both with panic and relief. I'm hoped he's well liked, enjoys a decent school experience, and is as excited about continuing as his older sister. Little Boo gets to start preschool as well and she's very excited. We're also in the process of trying to get her speech therapy, but at $100 per session, they come few and far between. I'm hoping preschool will assist in those measures - if not, I know that the public school nearby has a speech pathologist on hand.
Speaking of which, time for open house.
When did I get so domesticated? I'm starting to make lustful eyes at top end model washers and dryers.
Gods help me.
/grrlie out