My head is unworkable at the moment. So is my sister’s. She actually said to me, tonight, “Seventy year old mothers!?”, and she’s ten years younger than I am.
This run up to school compares well to slogging through a black tunnel of crispy, crunching, crackly cellophane. Can you believe a TI something calculator costs $118.00! I have paid so many school fees I conclude pay to play has morphed to pay to learn, and what the heck are they spending my 53 mills of school tax dollars for.
I got new clothes for Goose, and wanted to take Laura and Emily with me to Linda’s to try them on, but just couldn’t work around new student orientation, open house, well child appointments with the doctor, Linda’s show schedule, my work schedule. That doesn't include learning how to set up school accounts on-line and figuring out the Progress Book, where teachers post student stuff on line.
I did what any seventy year old mother would do. I went to Linda’s, and we spent the afternoon visiting, drinking coffee, having peppers and cucumbers for lunch. A great time. When it was time to leave we helped Goose right out of that bikini and put a back to school outfit on her.
We made sure her rain gear fit.
Then Alberta took a picture of Linda and me, and I got home before the girls and in time to hear what they did in school today. Some Saturday, before the band gets on the bus to go to a football game, I’ll take Emily and Laura to Linda’s to see the new Goose.