school days

Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down…

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Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. Except for rainy days. I love rainy days. Love them. Mondays though, ugh. Right? Except there IS a certain deep sigh I can breathe when my kids are back to school. I mean I love my kids. Love them. But it’s kind of nice to have a touch of quiet knowing they are safely ensconced in the care of others and learning to be productive members of society. Even one of them is only in preschool for 2 hours…an hour and forty five minutes by the time I get home. Hour and a half by the time I get the baby to nap.

That’s not enough time to REALLY do something. Well, take a shower. Yes. I could do that. A long hot shower without someone ripping open the shower curtain with the latest breaking Paw Patrol news! Yes, maybe I’ll take a shower. And blow dry my hair. That’s a luxury.

First though, I’ll just sit and enjoy the quiet and drink some coffee. Now where IS my coffee? Ah, yes. there it is, right there on the kitchen counter where I left it. I do adore that cute Starbucks travel mug. It makes me smile every time I use it. I purposely bought it so I could drink coffee while driving the boys to school. But I left it and now it’s cold.

I’ll just pretend it’s iced coffee. I remember when my husband and I were dating and we would go to little cafes and drink iced coffee and people watch. This is just like that. Except for the massive pile of laundry I need to fold and put away. And the breakfast dishes to wash. I’ll just close my eyes and enjoy my cold coffee.

Wait, is that the Phineas and Ferb theme? I must have left the tv on in  the playroom. I should probably get up and turn that off. HA! This is one of my favorite episodes. Oh, Candace. Candace, Candace, Candace.Why don’t my kids appreciate the genius of Phineas and Ferb like I do?

So funny.

Huh? What? I must have dozed off. Time to go get the preschooler!

Good thing my cold coffee is already in a travel mug.

Mondays. Right?

Let’s just say, for the sake of argument…

Let’s just say, for the sake of argument, that there was an actual way to measure levels of cute, adorableness, and the ridiculousity of sweetness. Like a geiger counter or a richter scale. Or one of those little things the Ghostbusters hold up to measure levels of paranormal energy.

If there was such a monitor, it would probably release cute little hearts all through the air like bubbles and the noise it made would sound like bunnies giggling. If there was such a monitor, then Huck would have broken it.



Because Huck’s preschool never fails to do so-cute-it-makes-you-almost-angry-graduation ceremonies. And to any naysayers who say “why do we need a graduation ceremony for preschool?” I say this to you emphatically.. “FOR THE PARENTS, BECAUSE IT’S G-D CUTE SO TAKE YOUR HUMBUG ELSEWHERE!”

“Congratualtions too..” “Hucklebewwy” He just stole the mic from his amazing teacher and ran away with it…up next hositing SNL.



One of my favorite things they do is list each thing each child likes about school. Like so-n-so likes coloring. Huck? Huck likes playing dress up. Sounds just about right for the child of two parents with very expensive degrees in dressing up.

They sang songs with adorable hand gestures and apparently I was allergic to something in the room because my eyes just kept watering.

Later that evening Huck, still wearing his alien deelyboppers, was coloring intensely, his little tongue sticking out the way he does when he is concentrating. He paused, put his chin in his left hand, looked at me and said in literally the cutest voice I have ever heard,

“Mommy, puppies can be any color, right?”

I feel as though I have blinked and this entire year has gone. Max is almost done with Kindergarten, Huck is done with his 3’s class and off to the 4’s, Piper is almost ONE for pete’s sake.


And darn it all, Huck went and broke the cute-o-meter so what on earth will we do?

Soldier on, I suppose. Bring on the unmeasurable cute….