"Do you want me to stick around in the parents' lounge?" I asked the teacher. "Just in case?"
"No, just go. Wallie will be fine," she said as she pulled Sobbing Wallie away and wrangled her back inside. "We'll call you if we need you."
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I just noticed that my cell phone number (and my email) is incorrect in the directory. Great.
Hang in there Wallie! Only an hour and a half to go!
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Update: I got to school a few minutes early and spied on Wallie on the playground. She was playing happily in the sandbox next to one of her teachers. ...It's going to be okay.
It's about a thousand degrees in the room where Wallie's back to school talk is being held. J is sitting behind me calling my phone trying to get me in trouble. Much to his dismay, my phone was silenced before we got here. Sucka.
There are too many people in this hot room...I don't even like cookies but I want one because they are way waaaay in the back and are impossible to get to. A sea of people stands between me and a dry hunk of sugary flour that I will have to pick the nuts out of. But I can't get to it.
It's time for the school psychologist to talk...which means it's time to cut class, as it were. God, it's hot.
I text J. that it's time to leave and we quietly stand and sneak out. (Rule #1 of school meetings: Always sit by the door.)
We go get a frozen yogurt instead.
Just like high school. Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T
It was with a wee bit of panic that I realized this past weekend that we were completely unprepared for both girls being in school. All the house to-dos that we'd been slacking on all summer needed to be finished or else we would be in sorry shape for the "beginning of year" (which started last week).
So we embarked on a massive home organizing project which included:
getting cheery, new lights for the girls' room; now it's not so cave-like anymore.
putting one of these in Bunny's closet so I can set out a week's worth of clothes (with her help) at a time.
retooling up my office area so that it's more functional which included putting in a bookshelf so I can have more storage and hooking up my laptop to a bigger display. Aaaahh.
washing and sun-drying the pillows
setting up our old eMac so the girls can have a computer to "paint" on. I guess it's okay if they play some games, too.
Then we realized that we had no way to keep track of both girls' crazy schedules so that we wouldn't go nuts trying to figure out what was happening when. We considered this snazzy system from Pottery Barn:
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