Picking up Miss S. from her very first First Stage class. It is an extracurricular drama class at the local Youth Arts Center. On top of hoping she will be able to channel her melodramatic ways to hits on the stage, I also highly enjoyed that her school shuttles her to the class (they are affiliated) and I had to merely pick her up. She was such a big kid walking down the hallway: she was sporting her new First Stage tee and was happily chatting away with her new dramatic classmates. She beamed when she saw me and then went crazy with telling me how "cool" and "awesomely awesome" everything was. She then explained how she needed money next week and every Wednesday for the vending machines. I recall my art of hitting my parents for cash "for vending machines" started around 7th grade and I fear it was for more than forbidden chips (fake nails for all who thought it was something much worse...we just stole cigs and liquor...tee-hee)
Anyhoo, it was fantastic to see my big kid thriving in society sans mom for an hour. Vastly different than our fall soccer experience! Thank the heavens.
Also, Sir Liam is now saying "over here" "over there" when asked for a toy, his mitten, a mess he made, etc. It kills as he says it with a perfect New York accent. Actually like blue collar worker from the Bronx.
Worst Part of the Day-
A ton of work to do at work (duh). I did chip away at the never ending pile, but man oh man, diligence sure can tire one.
Followed by the standard nonstop work at home. I did successfully fix the wooden frame of my bed (cracked from none other than kids jumping on it every time they enter the room--for years). Scarlet assisted me (for her $1.00 fee) in somehow successfully putting together Liam's toddler bed. Great to check these items off the fix-it list, just bugging that I have to do them with children literally crawling on top of me.
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