Yesterday turned out to be a whirlwind. Luckily I got a wonderful yoga class in first. Then to Zenah’s new school to ask about registering her; then to a store to buy something; then to the post office where there was a short line but a lot of stoopid questions asked by the woman before me; then home to grab Jorden’s papers to drop off at the middle school; which I was going to do quickly as I still hadn’t eaten or been home from yoga; waiting an HOUR AND HALF – yes 1.5 hours and had forgotten the immunization records; practically broke down in tears. It’s now 4:45 and I’m supposed to leave for the mall at 5:00 to take Zenah to her eye doctor appointment (contact recheck) – I haven’t showered or eaten. But I manage to get home and get a 10 minute shower, grab a power bar, before leaving for the mall. Philip is supposed to be meeting us there and he gets stuck in traffic so doesn’t get there until after the eye appointment (which is no big deal) and so the first thing I do is drag him to eat. So we eat “crap” food in the food court. Ya know?

After dinner we took the kids for new tennis shoes. Both Jorden and Phil said that Jorden didn’t need new. I said there is NO WAY you are not buying this kid new tennis shoes for the first day of school. I’ll never forget at the bus stop with Jimmy, Tyler McQuaid commenting on how cool everyone’s new shoes were, and he noted that Jimmy didn’t have new shoes. Not in a mean way but I’ve never forgotten. Obviously Jimmy was not scarred for life and probably doesn’t remember. But Jorden is a new kid and the last thing he needs is someone pointing out his old tennis shoes. Watch at schools down here they will probably get made fun of new tennis shoes. Interestingly they have a dress code that says no flip-flops and no slide shoes. I would think flip-flops would be a staple at Florida schools. Who knew?

At some point while in Champs, and simultaneously I might add, I looked at the shoes and thought “I’m too old for this crap” looked up and saw a basketball shirt, thought of Jimmy and immediately started crying. I know, I know, I know. They are grown anyway, but I miss those times. Even though I was glad when they were over. Probably a good lesson in there about enjoying the moment(s). I know I enjoyed the moments and remember quite a few fun ones. Meetings with Zach’s teachers where they said “why do you come, he’s so good?” And of course I had to say “because it’s my job, just talk…” Stoopid teachers.  Meetings with Jimmy’s teachers (always accompanied by the Besongs) was another story.  Not soo good, but looking back how can we not laugh?  They were so bad. And of course Jimmy’s games but that won’t be until later in the fall when bball starts and I can cry again. At school time it all comes rushing back. Who knew it would be this hard to move on. WHO KNEW?

After that I came home – let them go on their own to the book store. Baker bonding time and all. Jorden got me a Yoga book. He’s a good kid. Zenah and I broke out in dance in some dress shop (she went first) So really I am having fun. I guess 55 years in QV at school time is hard to get out of your system and since Jimmy was the last one I guess that’s why I lost it in the sports store. I think I’m supposed to be moving on to “other” things now, not going through them again. That’s how you get over it – you move past it. But nooooo, I have another opportunity to have fun and get all caught up in these kids lives.  I guess I’ll just embrace it.

I can’t wait to yell at my first teacher.

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my boys – Zachary was a Cowboys fan. Always a rebel

Have a nice weekend!

xoxoxox

3 Thoughts on “Who knew?

  1. Ja Nel on August 1, 2014 at 4:26 pm said:

    Great blog!!!!

  2. Barb Buchwach on August 1, 2014 at 4:43 pm said:

    Now you have a chance to be even more perfect, as a Mom! Plus it will keep you young!

  3. Liesa on August 2, 2014 at 2:26 am said:

    Of course Jeffrey would blame it on the teachers for continuing to put him and Jimmy together in class. They were destined to talk all the time and get in trouble!! Oh those were the days!

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