They Want Me To Put Her On A Bus

Once again I find myself amazed at the amount of time that has passed since I last wrote.  It's crazy, this life of mine...I swear someone is stealing hours out of my days.  But then sometimes I am convinced that the days stretch on forever - how is it possible that I just wrote yesterday?  It seems like it's been a week.  What's a gal to do?

First and foremost, I feel I must mention the fact that The Princess is feeling much better.  Tuesday was kind of a wash...cancelled Julie Time because of the fever on Monday night, and she was out of sorts all day.  Not eating like herself, overly tired...just a little off-kilter.  You know what it's like when you're trying to get over a cold or the flu.  I envy her ability to bounce back, though.  So my little princess is back to full-force terrorization of the house. 

Yesterday we dropped her off at my folks' house for the evening so we could attend a seminar in Crystal Lake.  It walked us through the transition we'll be working on shortly, where The Princess will be "graduating" from the Early Intervention program and entering into Early Childhood Education through the school district.  Lots of info was provided, but one thing and one thing alone sticks in my mind.

They want me to put her on a bus.

That's right.  When she turns three, my little angel - barely three feet tall - will begin riding a bus to Harrison School for her preschool sessions.  The first step of the bus must be somewhere in the neighborhood of her chest.  I am having a very hard time envisioning this, though I have a friend at work whose hubby drives one of these buses.  Thanks to Betty I have more info and confidence about this than I would have going into the meeting unaware. 

But still.  A bus?

I'm sure it won't be a big deal for her.  I, however, will make no guarantees that I will not be the cuckoo crazy mommy who follows the bus to school every morning.  I mean, she'll be three.  I never got on a bus until I was five.  It just seems so soon.

When we got home from the seminar Super-Bro was bangin' away in the kitchen, installing the wainscoting panels.  The Hubbs finally started to get a good idea of what Hambone and I have been planning, and he loved the look when we showed him the new trim and chair rail.

Today, being Thursday, was crazy.  This is the day each week when I drive to the office and leave at lunch time to come home for afternoon Julie Time.  Since The Princess spent the night at my parents' house last night, I had to make time to swing over there and pick her up on my way home.  In the rain.  With a bunch of idiots who completely lost their minds due to the harrowingly damp streets and overcast sky.  Damn, it's hard to be a North Shore Bitch.

Sometimes I'm so glad I live out here.  Like, well, every day.

The Princess was a perfect little angel for Julie.  She was cooperative and cheerful, and did a great job.

The minute Julie left, The Princess started up with The Grogs.  This is what we call the fist-to-eye-socket action with which all parents are intimately familiar.  This girl was seriouslybeat.

After poking and prodding her for as long as we could in good conscience, she walked across the room and fell asleep standing up.  That was it.  The kid needed a nap and there was no stopping her.

She crashed on the couch for an hour or so, ripping us a new one when she was rudely awakened from her slumber at dinner time.  I don't know what those Grumps do with this kid, but she's always close to comatose when she comes home.  I'd love to be a fly on the wall...I bet they're like kids in a candy store, trying to do everything they can in the few hours they have her all to themselves!

Surprisingly enough, she made it to about 8:00 this evening before she sprawled out on Dirt Pink in the middle of the living room floor.  Rolling onto her side and shoving her thumb into her mouth, she snubbed all attempts at interaction.

The princess went to bed, we watched CSI, Hambone stopped by for some fried rice, and I typed a blog.  Now?  Time to let the eyes slam shut, since they've been trying to do so all day.