Well, I did it. I made the drive to the new school. Yes, I totally procrastinated it, seeing as school starts on Monday. Thank heavens I went though – I had forgotten all about the formalities of starting at a new school: the birth certificate, immunization records, proof of residency, etc. Duh! Of course we’ve got to go to the school, meet the teacher, learn the drop-off procedures and find out what time school actually starts at! Duh, duh, double-duh! I would have obliviously dropped Elijah off on Monday, sporting shiny new school supplies, but fully unprepared for his day. “Good save!” -- at least, that’s what I’m telling myself to quiet the other voices taunting, “Bad mommy!,” “What was I thinking?,” and the ubiquitous, “Duh!”
The hardest realization? This new school is fourteen miles away, not nine, as I’d thought. What kind of mother figures this stuff out the Friday before school starts? And it gets worse… I’m leaving town Monday evening. I’m flying to St. Louis to help my favorite Laura settle in to her new house. During the first week of school? Will my poor child survive? Man, I must be in some sort of denial – it’s clouding my brain. Barring further deep thought, I think it’s that drive (I don’t like sitting still for so long, it makes me antsy). Well, boo hiss, bah humbug, pobre mio - whatever – enough with the confessions. I’ve just got to snap out of it and adjust. Think happy thoughts, right? I’m going to go vedge on the couch, watch some Gilmore Girls and pig out on my favorite chocolate chip cookies – oh, and work on those chickies. Yes! Feeling better already... thanks.
