All week, there were bags, one per classroom, sitting at the entrance of the school to collect notes that parents would leave for their kids to be handed out to them sometime today, Friday. There were blank, purple squares and triangles of paper in a basket amid these bags. I had grabbed two on Monday (one square and one triangle) with the intent of writing each Leatherkid a note sometime during the week. I wrote them last night and actually remembered to turn them in today. Once again, that I remembered is nothing short of a miracle. I really have no idea how I did, with all of the ridiculous clutter and problem-solving constantly running through my brain. Surely, I've forgotten something else.
As I dropped the cards in the kids' teachers' bags, I had to work around a father who was writing notes for his kids. I smiled. I find it comforting to learn that I am not the only last-minute Sally.
Dan and I did catch the "early" train shortly after we dropped off the Leatherkids... barely. It required my jogging from the car to the pay machine and then to the train. I don't know that Dan ever ran, but he did walk pretty briskly.
Dan had a couple of big to-dos at work today that kept him pretty busy. Me, I had several meetings and a couple of minor successes that just made my day. I also made it outside for lunch with my lunch buddies -- it was 75 degrees, sunny and just not inside. It was great. And unusual. It's rare to take quality time for a lunch break these days.
We picked the kids up and then went out for dinner and not to B-Dubs. To do so, we had to battle some sadness about not having an i-Pad to entertain them and not watching a movie on Family Fun Friday; but they got over it impressively quickly. It was nice. I think it helped that Dan said that we could still watch some hockey when we got home, thinking we'd catch the first period of the Hawks game before sending the kids to bed.
We got home from our day right around 7:30pm, a little over 12 hours after we had left the house to start it. The kids marched right upstairs, got jammied up and then lay on our bed alongside Dan, who had turned on a hockey playoff game. Turns out, the Hawks didn't start their game until 8:30pm. Instead, we watched some of the Capitals-Islanders game, which is almost as good as watching the Hawks in Cal's eyes -- somehow, he's become an Ovechkin fan, which is pretty okay because that guy's legit. And Ella, I don't know that she even noticed that it wasn't the Hawks -- she's just happy to be a part of the new hockey-at-bedtime routine, which might be surprising coming from the girl who only does things if she wants to and not because everyone else is doing it.
I eventually got jammied up myself and crawled next to them in the corner of the bed where I proceeded to fall asleep. I remember Dan getting up and putting the kids to bed, but that's about all I remember. He poked me to move over maybe 25 minutes ago, and it was then that I saw Coach Q was having his post-game press conference. I guess the Hawks lost 6-2. Seems that Crawford is having some troubles.
It's been a pretty busy week, one that I think is going to end with our taking the kids with us to Bowling tomorrow. We just can't find someone to watch the kids. We even tapped into some former teachers. That could make for an interesting Day 7 post but hopefully doesn't.
Dan and I did catch the "early" train shortly after we dropped off the Leatherkids... barely. It required my jogging from the car to the pay machine and then to the train. I don't know that Dan ever ran, but he did walk pretty briskly.
Dan had a couple of big to-dos at work today that kept him pretty busy. Me, I had several meetings and a couple of minor successes that just made my day. I also made it outside for lunch with my lunch buddies -- it was 75 degrees, sunny and just not inside. It was great. And unusual. It's rare to take quality time for a lunch break these days.
We picked the kids up and then went out for dinner and not to B-Dubs. To do so, we had to battle some sadness about not having an i-Pad to entertain them and not watching a movie on Family Fun Friday; but they got over it impressively quickly. It was nice. I think it helped that Dan said that we could still watch some hockey when we got home, thinking we'd catch the first period of the Hawks game before sending the kids to bed.
We got home from our day right around 7:30pm, a little over 12 hours after we had left the house to start it. The kids marched right upstairs, got jammied up and then lay on our bed alongside Dan, who had turned on a hockey playoff game. Turns out, the Hawks didn't start their game until 8:30pm. Instead, we watched some of the Capitals-Islanders game, which is almost as good as watching the Hawks in Cal's eyes -- somehow, he's become an Ovechkin fan, which is pretty okay because that guy's legit. And Ella, I don't know that she even noticed that it wasn't the Hawks -- she's just happy to be a part of the new hockey-at-bedtime routine, which might be surprising coming from the girl who only does things if she wants to and not because everyone else is doing it.
I eventually got jammied up myself and crawled next to them in the corner of the bed where I proceeded to fall asleep. I remember Dan getting up and putting the kids to bed, but that's about all I remember. He poked me to move over maybe 25 minutes ago, and it was then that I saw Coach Q was having his post-game press conference. I guess the Hawks lost 6-2. Seems that Crawford is having some troubles.
It's been a pretty busy week, one that I think is going to end with our taking the kids with us to Bowling tomorrow. We just can't find someone to watch the kids. We even tapped into some former teachers. That could make for an interesting Day 7 post but hopefully doesn't.
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