Tuesday, August 31, 2010

School Days



We've entered into a new phase of parenthood, having two kids in school. Now it's only a few days a week, a few hours a week, but it's a start. The start, to more than a decade of schooling for them.

Miles has only been 2 days, and he has already declared that "school is a little bit stupid". While we have had no breakdowns during the checking in and out of preschool, when he is away from there, he expresses his desire not to go back. I guess that means I need to have a conversation with his teacher.

Elijah started Kindergarten, and he seems to really like Mr. Candelarie. But his start to school hasn't been uneventful, I got a call from the school nurse on his 3rd day of school. He's fine, and it added a humorous anecdote to Mr. Candelarie's memoirs (so he told me).

Meanwhile, I spent my free time on Monday going to the gym and taking my sweet time strolling down the aisles of Target in quiet. Reading as many labels as I wanted, not having to visit the toy section, and just moving along at a slow pace. It was lovely!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Where I Am

I didn't mean for 20 days to go by without blogging. I just haven't been able to narrow down what I wanted to say.

In the time I've been MIA, we had a lovely drama-free trip to Canada. People who had never met Miles finally got to. This trip was too short, unless you count the long hours my loving husband drove there & back. I assure you, that portion of the trip was not too short. And Montana is beautiful!

Ask Elijah what was his favorite part about the trip to Alberta?

"the day I got to eat 2 donuts!" (a visit to Tim Horton's with Gramma)



I promise to get back to blogging again soon. Once school gets going and I get two hours of freedom from Wingus & Dingus.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Five Long Years

If you needed evidence of how long it's been since I visited the Motherland (a.k.a. The Great White North, Canadia, Canada) here's what Elijah (the 5 year old) looked like:

Monday, August 02, 2010

Expectations

It was brought to my attention on the weekend, that I may have unrealistic expectations about our trip to Canada. Silly me, I thought it would be a trip without guilt. But Geoff assured me, having been away for 5 years, that it's likely to come up.

Really? I hoped that the fact that I came would placate these people.

So now I'm stressed. And that's stupid. What good does it serve me to be stressed about people being pissed at me? I can't change how people will feel.

In any case, I'm pushing that aside and looking forward to seeing my family. If they wanna pay for me to travel there more frequently, maybe we can start a fund.

I just really wanted my grandparents to meet Miles. And I want to visit my dad's grave. Though the thought of it makes me want to cry.

This may be an emotional trip.