So tomorrow is the first day of school!
Uniform is laid out, backpack is ready, lunch is bento'd.
Tomorrow is also little kid's first day of day care. I packed his butt ugly monkey lunch box even though he'll probably only be there until noon-ish. I figure I'll start everyone off slow, you know, make her think she's capable of this before I let her get a full day in and realize she's not making enough money to handle Baby E-bull.
As I type this, I realize I'm not as prepared as I should be. I don't have any of little kid's stuff ready, I was going to pack his backpack with his horses and horse movies. Hopefully I can round them all up in the morning. He'll also need diapers and wipes (and yes I'm still making my own, but bought some for when others are forced to deal with him) and a clean outfit, I guess.
This whole morning thing is going to suck. 8:20am? Every day, five days a week? That's just insane. It's going to be life-changing and not in a good way. I read an article about some schools and businesses who were switching to longer, four day weeks to save fuel and energy. That's a great idea, I wish we all could.
So tomorrow I've got a ton of work to do and a ton of phone calls to make. I also have to seriously harass my hair dresser. You know how I always wait until the last second and then call and want an appointment right away because it's an emergency, and they say that it's not going to happen for whatever reason, so then I have to call back until I get someone willing to relay the exact emergency to my hair dresser so that I get my way promptly?
Yeah, I've got to do all that tomorrow. She's going on vacation next week too, so this is going to take serious begging and pleading. There may be a photo shoot involved for my new job and roots are simply not an option. She'll understand and find a way, or get someone else to do it, but I feel bad that I'm such a turd to deal with.
It probably won't be the last time either. Also, the guy she'll probably get to do it if she can't is the one that lent me the book that Murphy peed on.
So, that should be fun. I'll have to break the news and give him the replacement book.
"Sorry my dog peed on your book and I screwed up your schedule. Can we go blonder this time?"