For me anyway. The girls, on the other hand…
Livi is at “Kindergarten practice” and I am holding up quite well. Her first real day of school may be another story.
She got dressed for school in her favorite bright coral t-shirt and shorts. Spilled Capri Sun down the front of her. Cried when I made her change. Came downstairs in a shirt with a stain on it. Cried when I made her change. While in her third shirt, she leaned back into the recliner where Ava had left her Capri Sun. It leaked all over her shirt. Cried when I made her go change.
Ava had her own meltdown because she didn’t want the rest of her peanut butter sandwich.
Nina, I believe, has thrush. Her tongue is white, she keeps putting her fingers in her mouth and crying, and I’m in pain while nursing her. The dr. is calling me back this afternoon to see if they can schedule me in sometime before Thanksgiving. I have no prior experience with this fungal intruder.
Livi was fine when I left her with her pretty, kind, joyful, soft teacher. Her teacher and I were both dressed in plain-colored t-shirts, capri warm-up pants and flip-flops. We’re soul mates.
The school smelled so “back-to-school”-ish. Mmmm…
Ava is crying from her bed, “I miss Liiiiiiiiiivi!” Lovely. And I was so looking forward to at least 15 minutes of peace before I pick Liv up at 3.
Ava not playing soccer is turning out to be a blessing. Our calendar is already packed full. And Ava would rather have Mommy-Ava time than play soccer anyway, I think.
Speaking of the little lovely, she is still crying. “I miss my sister! I miss my sister! I miss my sister!”
I’m still having a good day, by the way. Aren’t I the little optimist?