Grappling with growing pains and transitions. Change is hard and our family mobile has been spinning wildly with the unexpected gusts. We're hanging tough but by a thread.
I believed that Kindergarten would be the magical marker when everything would get easier. Instead, we've been weathering the storm that is my daughter (and us by default) as she gets acclimated to her new stomping grounds. Ever brave, my girl bounds in but then blows when she gets home exhausted and overwrought. By bedtime and after some fierce tantrums, she breaks in tears and eventually reveals the seeds of her torment. Last night the issue was being part of the Red Team that lost in PE which has par for course in her litany of slights. We've had to stifle a few laughs too. Annie was absolutely inflamed when a boy chanted "Boys got to college to get more knowledge/ Girls got to Jupiter to get more stupider." But to her everything is a real, immediate heart ache. For the past month I've played therapist as she's effectively sobbed herself to sleep. Even worse, she's started anxiously apologizing over nothing- that is when she's not barking full tilt.
To complicate already complicated matters, we've been patching together the after-school arrangements to the great dismay of my family. I wish I had the where-with-all to be waiting with milk and cookies at 2:45pm but it ain't going to happen- at least at this point. So we scrambled at the last minute to find something to fill the gaps and found "My Friend's House" at a nearby church thanks to neighbor. Initially, it seemed like a good fit but the truth was it was they had a spot open a week before classes start. We had lost our coveted spot at Benshaws so we had to make do. When Annie started singing "Jesus is neato, neato, neato/ He puts cheese on my burrito, burrito, burrito!" I knew it was time to start looking for a more secular friend elsewhere. So we broke up- on Annie's suggestion actually- when we secured a spot in the school's excellent (and more affordable) program. That should keep those pesky chapel questions at bay for the time being or at least until she can read. I welcome the discussion, I'm just not paying for her conversion.
And still we pay- to the PTA, tuition increases, gift wrap sales, etc. etc.- excluding the birthday/charity bleedings, we are only gaining less than $200 a month from AO entering a public school. 2 more years to go until I can really put those property taxes to work when my Fall baby joins his big sis and we head to Vegas. Until then, I'm trying to scratch, scrimp and save (or so to hell with it and use the credit card-again) for my super fabulous forty year spa birthday in Mexico with 12 freaking treatments spread out over 5 days with 4 nights rocking the "decent-sized boat made to look like a New Orleans paddle" I have been assured by their website: http://www.spa.villabejar.com.mx/eng/actualizacion/frall.htm
that "It is a blast". After Chicago last year, we all agreed that sun and spas where in order for this round.
So bright things are on the horizon and those butterflies are still fluttering everywhere I go in San Antonio, which is often these days. Deadline has done got me again but it's a sad, sad time to be selling advertising- maybe after the election I can hit my goal? Dispatching from the scratchy sheets at the Quality Inn in Hell-freakin'-otes (where I have trade=free) I'm ready to be back in the ever lovin' arms of Austin but SA has really been getting under my skin with her many charms and drool inducing real-estate market. Like we could ever get a loan or have anyone buy our house. At least we can always have a mobile home to call our very own which we will be returning to this weekend to celebrate Oliver's birthday. Celebrations the following weekend- this trip is strictly for chilling after we pay our respects to the Texpatriate and Co. on Friday.
And then next Wednesday this mellow little fellow will be turning four!
Oliver wants to get him (another) a drum set. I want quiet but now that I have it, I actually miss the noise- just a little.