Just Because

I don't know what to write about today, but since I'm being hassled by my sweet sisters to post something, I figured I better. So, here's a brief update on the Krause House goings on. Madeline starts school Thursday. That's right, THIS Thursday. Clark bought her some new tennis shoes while we were in Flagstaff this weekend, and that pretty much wraps it up for school shopping. There are the official school supplies to be obtained, but I haven't decided if I should shop for the list I got off the internet, or wait until the teacher adds whatever he or she might add to the official list. We still don't know who her teacher is going to be. I had thought we'd maybe get a letter from the school, but still nothing. Nothing on the internet either. In Utah, they post class lists on the front door of the school, so we made a special trip to the school yesterday, but no lists there either. I have no idea how or when we're supposed to find out who the new teacher will be, but we better figure it out soon.

Madeline is somewhat apprehensive, and feels like summer was too short, but she's not having the daily meltdowns I was expecting. We stayed and played on the school playgrounds yesterday after having not found out who her teacher will be, and I think it might have reminded her that school can actually be kinda fun. I hope so anyways. I'm saving my own personal school panic for the first day. After our experiences last year in moving her to a new school, I'm a little concerned about her behavior and attitude this year, but hopefully she will get a wonderful and brilliant teacher who can manage her better than her mother currently does. Anyone think that will actually happen? Nope, me neither.

Zach is doing pretty good. He's looking pretty funny right now in the aftermath of a bad haircut, and a fall at the breakfast restaurant in Flagstaff our last morning there. He bit his lip in a couple places, and managed to bruise his chin pretty good. Talk about drama. I didn't actually witness the fall, but the blood spewing from his mouth afterward was enough to throw me into panic mode for the rest of the day. Don't you hate that? When you kid gets hurt and you have to stay calm so they don't freak out, then you spend the rest of the day with this residual adrenalin heart racing wanting to throw up kind of feeling? Add to that having to say goodbye to Boobecca, and a healthy helping of PMS, and I was in rare form for the drive back to Albuquerque. And, well, pretty much the whole next day too. Wow, I really do suck sometimes.

I'm feeling a little better today. PMS is still kicking my ass, but I'm feeling a little more capable of kicking it back. A whole night full of sex dreams does wonders for a girls positive outlook. (Woo Hoo!!) Trying to decide if today is the day to bust out the "Organic Garden" green paint for the accent wall in the master bedroom. Maybe after lunch. We're going to try to go out to lunch with Clark since our opportunities for lunch out as a whole family will be significantly curtailed by the start of school. Speaking of, I guess it is approaching lunch time, and maybe we should all get dressed now. TTFN