Blast from the Past

Hey, A,

I'm afraid to go to bed too early tonight, as I did last night, because I went to bed at 9 (and fell asleep right away) but was up tossing and turning from 2:18 until my alarm went off at 5:30. Ugh. So I thought while I continue to nurse this second glass of wine, I'd write again.

So you're happy with your new old job: Yay! (How long has it been since you did the stay at home thing? Funny to think of your stint in teaching as your hiatus from stay at home mom. I know you did subbing first and then moved into part time permanent, but I can't remember when that came, after how long staying at home.) I'm also glad that your boys have been a joy--despite the enthusiasm and conversation gradient between the two. Funny, I just got off the phone with S who went through details of everything, including where the boy she likes sits and where his locker is in relation to hers, and how she can buy snacks at this school. How grown up! She even told me about her brother's first day in nursery school. My nephew J, well he shares, but I don't get that sort of detail, although--get this--I did get a call from him to tell me he has my old roommate R for Biology this year. Yes, indeed, that same you-know-what who read our journals and stole/dumped one when we were on to her because she was stupid enough not to return the one that was currently entertaining her when you came to visit and we did inventory and realized one was missing. I'm sorry, I know I need to let it go, but it still makes me angry that she helped herself to those and threw one away. (I meant to mention that last week (J and A started last Wednesday; S and C just started today) but I guess I got caught up in going away. Your mentioning M starting 10th grade reminded me.)

Glad we got caught up on nails ;) and know there's another topic or two we need to revisit. Maybe tomorrow I'll go back and look for tabled topics so we can pick them up again. Good night for now. Hope tomorrow is another good day for you, mom.

Barb

PS I hate labs. They are the bane of my existence. I know that is antithetical to teaching science, but they are a pain in the ass on so many levels....
PPS As for cute shoes, , just as I can't give up my nails, I cannot eliminate them...it just takes a while for the dogs to get used to them on school floors and I'll have to suffer here and there. Talk about slave to fashion.