I have gone and joined the PTA. And I have to admit, it feels rather grown up and sophisticated, I might even start wearing my pearls and applying some blush.
I am now a PTA SAHM kind of mom with a folder full of paperwork that accompanies children with elementary school and two kids not yet in school.
And. Man am I tired.
We traveled with three children across an ocean just days before the beginning of school. It took me days to get used to the time change and Fifi is still waking up before the chickens. Her new nickname around the house is "fried chicken."
I took way too many pictures on our vacation. It took exactly 18 hours to download all 800 high resolution photos to my computer and while waiting I realized that I was 18 months behind in properly displaying pictures in my shutterfly photo albums. This caused my heart to stop for approximately 1.8 seconds.
I spent the weekend creating a photo album for Europe and the good news is it's done. However, I still have the following albums to complete: Summer 2008, Spring 2008, Winter 2008, Mexico 2008, Fall 2007, and Summer 2007. Again, my heart stopped beating.
I am in the middle of writing a great last post about our Europe trip, one that requires time and effort, none of which I have at this point. I am exhausted simply thinking about it.
For the next EIGHT weeks this PTA SAHM is off to fitness boot camp three times a week at 6:00 am. So when you West Coasters are logging off your computers for the night I will be up pumping iron in Ohio. Ahem. Expect to see a million pictures of the fabulous new me in 8 weeks. With the blessings of my husband I am on my way to become the author of my own life. Things are going to happen, I will fit into those jeans.
Furthermore, I have dusted off my adorable tennis skirts for my weekly tennis class at the club with Enthalpy Mama. Who, on top of being in the PTA also sews, bakes, blogs, and also has three children. It should be interesting, to say the least.
Months ago, when Fifi was still a sweet baby, I signed her up for a mommy and me gym class. I took the now wild banshee to our first class this morning. Not. A. Good. Morning. The fried chicken refused to conform and sit down during circle time. I imagined this class to be a great bonding experience for us both; instead, the teachers instructed me to make a makeshift "seat belt" with my hands to keep her on my lap during circle time. Ha. Not. A. Good. Morning. You should have seen the looks I was receiving from the new mothers with their firstborns.
My google reader exploded. I have resorted to my list of commenters, in my sidebar, to guide me through my readings.
Instead of relaxing and enjoying the silent house while the others were in school I created a mission for myself. I tried to stay busy on Jay's 1st day of school. My mission was to welcome him home and celebrate the milestone by setting him apart from the girls. I bought 6 red balloons at the balloon store. I drove to the organic bakery and bought one giant smiley face cookie. I stopped at the creative toy store and purchased the BEST toy for a six year old that loves money. An ATM machine that counts, separates, and stores money that is secured by a PIN number. The greatest thing about never buying your child toys is that when they actually get a toy, they are head over heels grateful.
"You mean, I can move my money from my cash register to this?" He has been stashing his cash in order inside an old register. The kid is soooo related to me.
"Thank you Mama. This is the BEST celebration EVER."
Speaking of being related to one another. I am not quite sure if my Lola is really related to me. I know that I carried her, I saw her being delivered, I saw the quarter sized strawberry mark on top of her head, we brought THAT same girl home and the strawberry mark is now the size of a pin point. I know I delivered her. But, I still wonder. My sister wrote this post yesterday where she admitted,
I drew a woman carrying suitcases in one hand and holding a leash in the other hand,
a Veterinarian who lived in a Holiday Inn, naturally!"
I had to laugh because I had just taken this picture of Lola about 12 hours before reading her post:
Lola with her two pet lambs named Cuddly and Scratchy that she walks around ALL DAY LONG on a leash. She opens up her "hotel room" (her bedroom) with an old credit card by sliding it through the frame. She unleashes her pet sheep in her hotel before coming down for dinner at the restaurant (our kitchen). Apparently there are no lambs allowed in the hotel's eating facilities. She is without a doubt related to my sister.
Since coming back from our vacation abroad Lola has started to speak in a "different language" ALL DAY LONG. This in itself is the most exhausting thing ever.
Warning. Lower the volume of your speakers when viewing and just nod your head and agree with me.
All of these exhibits could in themselves be individual blog posts I could expand upon. Although a collection of incoherent ramblings do a better job demonstrating that I am indeed a little bit tired.
So tomorrow after throwing on my PTA pearls, applying some sophisticated blush, pumping some iron, playing a game of tennis, reviewing English with Lola, teaching Fifi some patience, counting money with Jay, starting my next photo album, breaking up with my google reader, finally writing my last Europe post, and perhaps taking a shower I will sit back and enjoy these days where my problems are so ...
small & cute.