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Our daughter - Miss FooFoo - is registered for Kindergarten.
MT took all of the paperwork in yesterday before he started his work day. It feels good to know that it's all handled and that this portion of her school stuff is all tucked away.

I still need to get her some elements of her uniform. Fortunately the school is much more generous with their uniform policy than when I was there, and navy blue is as suitable as the ultra expensive plaid uniform bits that my mom had to buy for me. Yes, my daughter is attending the same elementary school I did - I think it's weird, and sweet. I have most of what she'll need that way.

It's been very difficult for me to avoid getting her school supplies already. That's an outing that we'll share with her dad who is as much a stationery-whore as I. I think she may end up with enough paper, markers, crayons, pencils, and whatever else to supply her entire class. We just can't help ourselves.

The most daunting preparation, however, is the baby herself. Oh - don't get me wrong, she's completely geeked to be going to school. What she's not getting is that going to school means going to bed at a bedtime, and waking up early in the morning. (This 'early' makes me laugh, as I'm usually out the door to start my workday before she'll even be getting out of bed.) We've decided to start grooming her for the new schedule by shifting her to it after her 5th birthday (very soon approaching). I'm not looking forward, at all, to those first few weeks. Our Miss Foo is a night owl (like mama) and NOT a morning person (like her dad). She's going to be a Princess p.i.t.a... I can tell.

Still - I'm so proud of who she is, and so eager for her to experience all the fun that school means. She'll have new friends at her own age, she'll be learning things in new ways (mom and I teach her - a lot, and often - but we have our way, and this will be a new way... it's exciting). She'll have gym class, and computer class, and Spanish class. She'll have "pizza days" and "Christmas break" and all those wonderful, awful, terrible things that come with school.

I'm so excited.

trying

I am NOT a patient woman.
I never have been, and likely never will be.
I try - oh heaven knows I try.

but land's sakes - - when I show you something 4 times. when I WALK. YOU. THROUGH. IT. every time you've done it, I expect you to freakin' learn. eventually.

four quarters in a row now (this is a WHOLE YEAR, my friends) i've shown the same guy the same steps and three quarters in a row he's done it wrong exactly the same way each time. three quarters in a row he's called me saying "i think i've done it wrong, but i'm not sure, can you please look over this with me?"
oh sure, he's apologetic, and thankful, and whatever... but good LORD man, freakin WRITE IT DOWN.

ok.
whew.

that's better.
thanks.

and by the way - i haven't written ONE blog post on my shared blog with my husband. ultimate fail.
I HAVE however, managed to completely avoid McDonald's for nearly four full months. I stopped in, once, to get lunch for my daughter and mother, but didn't get so much as a diet coke for myself. (not that any of this avoidance has helped me with the weight loss at all... i'm maintaining steadily at the number I started the year at).