In Which I Have Survived

One day down. A hundred and seventy-something to go.

That’s right, everyone. SCHOOL started today. Which means your very own Anne Riley was up at the GLORIOUS hour of 5:00 am, dressed and ready by 6:20, and out the door by 6:35.

WITH A TODDLER.

(I feel the need to defend that one hour and twenty minutes of getting ready. Please understand that there were about thirty minutes in there of staring at a wall. Basically, it went like this: Shower, put on lotion, start coffee, stare at wall, get dressed, go to school.)

It’s a darn good thing I have an amazing husband who takes care of his little girl in the mornings, because Lord have mercy, I’d be a basketcase without him. Single mothers: you have my respect and admiration FOREVER.

The Tot has been a bit reluctant about all these early-morning shenanigans, having to wear clothes before 10:00 am, not getting to watch Pooh Bear as soon as she gets up, etc. But she is having a blast at her little daycare, and apparently they are having the Olympics on Friday, so I think she’s doing just fine.

Aren’t you dying to know what kind of Olympics they are going to put on with a bunch of preschoolers? Me too.

Maybe my daughter will medal in Green Been Spitting Out, or Tooth Cutting, or Milk Cup Hurling. (I would say she might do well in Couch Bouncing, but she had a small incident with that recently, and I’m afraid she won’t have the confidence to bounce better than the other toddlers. Ah, well, we can always hope for qualification next year.)

So anyway, today was the first day of school, as I said approximately a decade ago before I got off on that Toddler Olympics tangent. And really, it went well. The kids seem fun and I am looking forward to getting to know them this year. I’ve got mostly juniors, some seniors, and a study hall full of the most ADORABLE freshmen you’ve ever seen in your life.

That being said, I am wiped slap out. Pregnancy is not for the faint of heart, but pregnancy with a toddler and a full-time job is for the clinically insane, and my entire body hurts after today.

So I’m going to bed. Love you all. Smooches. Have a fabulous rest of the week!

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9 thoughts on “In Which I Have Survived

  1. Jessica Love says:

    Yay for surviving the first day! ๐Ÿ˜€ I go back next Thursday, and I’m happy to say that the PBIS team has a script for our first day. Whew…one less thing to worry about.

  2. Dean from Australia says:

    Though I can never hope to relate to actually being pregbant, I totes understand the demands on a young family with a toddler and one on the way. I don’t know how we did it sometimes. Kudos to you for having a tight ship at home. Husbands are wonderful aren’t they? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Keep a’smiling.

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