Eesh. I was just heaving a rather unladylike snort/sigh of relief at the realization that the past two weeks are over today. Today is the beginning of a quiet week. Then the phone chimed. Because I'm taking Middle Child to the dentist in about an hour. After that she needs a ride to a friend's house. She will need a ride back home, too, just as Mommy's ride is due to pick her up to go see The Time Traveler's Wife. The movie starts within an hour of lunch, so some obvious edibles should be left behind for those who are going to be staying home today to satisfy their midday hunger. That thought reminds me that today is Monday. And we need to be two suburbs over for a standing appointment at 6:00 p.m. And back in our own Pleasant Suburb at 7:30 for another one. I wonder if Eric Bana's character will be giving away any secrets in the movie on how this feat can be accomplished week after week?
Because this is the last Monday of Glorious Summer. (Regardless of when the calendar actually declares the first day of Fall, the schools rule the seasons and will continue to do so for at least another decade.) Next week each day will start hours earlier, and the lovies will be scattered at different locations with no two in the same school with the same start or end times. Every reasonable attempt to satisfy the tyranny of the school supply lists has been made, the school sanctioned extortionists representing the PTO, athletic boosters, and band at the Pleasant Suburban Middle School have been paid off during schedule pick up. Elder children have deposited their belongings into lockers that required multiple combination attempts before finding The One That Works. Athletic and band clothing are in the closet, a school athlete sign has assumed its post in our yard, and a window decal will be plastered on the Mom-Mobile as soon as it has a bath. Pleasant Suburban Elementary PTA will be paid off this week where we will be given every opportunity to purchase spirit wear, sign up for committees with purposes that range from the enriching to the hokey, and Meet The Teacher.
Oy. Forget Time Travel. My kids are in the market for another one of these "Mom" things. She is needed for a flexible position which will allow her to consistently stretch time, money, the shirt that accidentally dried on high heat, and patience. Wait. The kids will stretch her patience. I? I will be enjoying my precious lovies while She is doing all the mundane stuff that no one really appreciates anyway. All qualified candidates must be able to perform Julie Andrews' numbers from Disney's Mary Poppins. Let me know if you are interested.