I didn't run away. It's been an insane week here so far, and it's only Wednesday. Oh my.
Yesterday was the Volunteer Tea at my daughter's school. It was just lovely. Every single class came down to the all-purpose room to either sing for us, cheer for us, or give gifts. Her school is only a K-2 school, so we weren't there ALL day. She gave me a potted plant in a clay pot that someone handpainted the name of the school, plus the school year and decorated it with butterflies. It was a nice time. Too bad I was an IDIOT and forgot my camera.
Last night was the Talent Show for her class. Yes, a FIRST GRADE talent show. Her talent......... she made animal sounds. God help us all. She picked out several animals~elephant, cow, horse, rooster, pig, frog~got the stuffed animals for those, and then demonstrated the sound that animal makes. Now, because I am a damn downer, I was convinced that a)she'd get picked on by her classmates during rehearsals and b)she would chicken out at the actual event in front of people. Downers be damned~she had a BLAST! She was so confident up in front of all her friends and their parents. She had trouble using the microphone, because her teacher didn't have them practice with the microphone (duh!) but she was great. I was one proud mama.
Today was Drew's final party for his preschool. It was nutty there with the kids from both classes, parents, siblings, and of course I had two very tired little girls with me. There was a magician there. I can't stand magicians. I know some people don't like clowns, but I don't like magicians. They freak me out. Luckily, I wasn't chosen from the audience and the kids had fun watching him. Of course there had to be trauma~when he pulled the rabbit from it's box, it had peed all over itself! That was the end of the magic act! Drew had fun hanging out with his friends, most of whom are moving on to the 3 day a week class. He isn't because he's only 3 1/2 and that class is designed for kids going to kindergarten the following year. No, I had to have winter babies and he still has 2 more years of preschool to go. Good planning on my part.
Izzie has been giving me all kinds of trouble since the weekend. She has been a sobbing mess of a kid. I don't know if the incoming molars are bothering here, but she has spent the majority of the last few days just crying. If I hold her, she cries. If I put her down, she cries. Harder. If I try to give her Tylenol, she bats it out of my hand. She's been charming to say the least.
That's my week (so far) in a nutshell. Tomorrow is going to be a bit quieter, but then there's a softball game to rev things up after school. Softball ends this weekend, though, and then there's just 6 1/2 days left of school after that. I'm ready for a little less chaos.