Back to School

See that? It's a lunchbox. It is packed with nutritious food. The Child made it herself. After she did the dinner dishes. I call that a right good start.

She's been doing the eye-rolling-"ooh, ish" thing whenever anyone asks her if she's ready for school to start. But she told me privately that she's eager and "determined to do well this year". One day at a time, right? She's currently listening to a pop station and doing her makeup. Yeah. Her makeup.

First time the first day of school has involved that little ritual.

The Parent Board is hosting a little back-to-school coffee hour for parents. I made banana bread. Then I'll come home to meet ChouChou for our traditional Bloody Mary Tuesday, wherein we will recite the time honored litany that goes like this:

"_________ grade. I can't believe it!"

R: "I know".

"What every happened to our sweet baby?"

R: "I know".

"Can you believe you have a ________ grader?"

R: "Nope. I really can't".

So say we all.

When the Bloody Marys are drunk and the occasion observed properly, I will then begin to make some headway on reclaiming my life. There's content to write for the webpage for my company, lines to run for the movie (which we start shooting this weekend) and I'm pretty sure the kitchen floor hasn't been mopped in three weeks.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go take some first-day-of-school photos.