Spencer started school last week! I would love to be one of those people sniffling about how I can’t believe my baby is so big, but I have an actual baby to worry about. Also, he has been out of preschool since March; his endless summer couldn’t have come to an end soon enough.
But now that he is in school I don’t know what to do with myself. I have all these grand plans – write a novel, clean my house, blog all the blogs, but instead I eat popsicles and mess around on the internet while binge watching Pretty Little Liars.
I have no motivation and no time management skills. Case in point, I wrote the first paragraph of this blog post and thought “hey, I should put a party gif in here. Maybe pinkie pie” because I have watched way too much My Little Pony lately. So I went googling for one and then spent 20 minutes down a MLPwiki wormhole because I know nothing about it. Did you know the creator of this version of my little pony was married the the guy who did power puff girls? THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH.
I don’t even know my point any more. Spencer started school, woo! Truman is taking up a lot of my free time, but cruising around the house on his belly, unfortunately obsessed with doormats, shoes and paper bags.
Thoughts! Things! I wrote this because I made an editorial calendar for my blog (lolz) and it says words on mondays.
Oh! This week it will be different. Oh hey look at that, all the Top Chef Duels calling my from my DVR.
After a slow summer and spring, things are finally picking up around here. Truman had his half birthday, my sister and her husband vistited, Spencer starts school (tomorrow!!!) and we had out of town guests. All in one week! That’s normal for many people but crazy for us. And now our school adventure begins. We have always been out of town/run errands on the weekdays sort of people. School is going to be a big adjustment for all of us. And it is all day kindergarten, 8-2:45 seems way too long if you ask me. But of course no one did…
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Spencer starts school on Wednesday and there is a back to school BBQ on Monday and we are nervous. Spencer is nervous about school. New town, new kids, new teacher, new school. That is a lot of new. And I have to bring a salad to the BBQ and I am completely and utterly paralyzed with fear and indecision about what to bring.
Grades K-2 are bring salad, which seems like a lot of salad. Even with one class for each grade, that is still the potential for 60 salads. Do people not go? Not bring salad? Are they homemade people? Store bought people? Should I do a fancy salad for the adults? Go with a surefire kid pleaser like fruit salad, but run the risk that the salads are possibly 50% fruit salads. I DON’T KNOW.
I may or may not have been laying on the floor yesterday working myself up in to a near panic attack about salad. SALAD. Speaking of salad, have you read Sad Desk Salad? It really is a great book.
In light of recent national news, it is utterly ridiculous that I am this stressed out and upset over a potluck. I don’t need to be told to check my privilege; white, salad, or otherwise. I am aware of my privilege. Maybe it is my privilege and the combination of my advantages and helplessness that also makes me upset. Over salad and other things. People in Missouri would love to be upset over just salad and not tear gas.
So if you need me, I will be hiding from the sadness and the rage and the internet trying to figure out if black bean and corn salad is too weird.