meet me halfway

So mid-week disaster: kid 2 is sick. Shaylin was crying all night... turns out she has ear infections in both ears. Poor thing woke up all delusional crying to me about Levi yelling at her too loud.. and a lot of other words I couldn't understand. I was like um... Shaylin, Levi is passed out... there's no way he's yelling at you. She didn't believe me.
On the way to my parent's house this morning I pointed out my school to Levi. This is the conversation that followed:

"Mom, are there boys at your school?"
"yeah, there's boys, but they are older. There aren't any kids there."
"Maybe you could marry one"
"What? Why do you think I need to marry someone at my school?"
"Because you need someone to help you do all kinds of stuff"
"Don't worry Levi, in a couple of years I'll put you to work"

He totally cracks me up sometimes with his random advice. I think its cute though how he worries about me. NOT cute how he argues with me sometimes like he's a 35 year old man or something. What's even worse is when it turns out he's right. We had a very long debate over getting his new toy cars out of the box. He was going on about needing a screw driver. "What?! you don't need a screwdriver to get a toy out of the box Levi... seriously.. its a $10 toy!". After 10 minutes of him going on about the screw driver I finish what I'm doing and go to get his toy out. Crap... this sucker is not coming out. I realize at this point that you do in fact need a screwdriver but I can't let my 5 year old know I was wrong so I'm trying to get it out without one. Not gonna happen. "Okay Levi, you were right. We need a screw driver". This is the first time I think I have ever had to admit being wrong to my own kid. "See mom, I'm really smart right?"

School is going good so far, for me and Mr. Levi. Shaylin doesn't start until after Labor Day.. hopefully by then she'll be over the whole sick-ness situation. Levi is in the "Clifford" class so every day he comes home with a new book about Clifford. I was never a fan of Clifford... I mean.... that dog is like out of control huge. I just don't even understand how having a pet that big can bring anything good to life. Imagine the pooper scooper necessary.

day 1

Alarm goes off at 5 am. I immediately hit the snooze, at this point I can't remember what possessed me to wake up so early or who I am for that matter. 10 minutes later I begin my day.

I bought one of these super cool mom crust cutter-offers from H-E-B last weekend. It cuts the sandwiches in an awesome heart shape (yes I realize at some point Levi will not be thrilled about heart shaped sandwiches, but the dinosaur cutter shape looked too complicated) packed Levi's lunch, got the kids up (for the first time ever I woke up before them), and made a semi-nutritious breakfast. I'm feeling good about myself at this point because we are actually running ahead of schedule. 

Approximately 45 minutes later we arrive at my parents house. Thank GOD my parents are awesome and help me out as much as they do. Mondays and Wednesdays they will be dropping Levi off at school so that I can get to my school on time. This is the first year as a single mom that I will attempt to juggle school, work, and kids. Yes, just as soon as I finally get a grasp on my new reality I decide to challenge myself by actually making my life harder. I feel like in the long run It will totally pay off!

I get to school... accounting class first. My professor looks like she's hungover, and for whatever reason, I admire this about her. That and she's super sarcastic and is totally against the parking lot police. Apparently at some point she got a ticket for having one of her wheels on the white line. She's not over it. I feel kind of old until a gray haired old dude in a muscle tank and some serious body hair issues shows up. I am officially not the oldest person in the class, yay. 

Second class is Business Computer Applications. This will be great because I have totally forgotten anything I ever learned about Microsoft Office in high school. Probably because high school was 7 years ago, which I try not to remind myself of. My professor starts the class with some ridiculous word puzzles to "break the ice". Are you serious? 

Then its off to work I go......

3:30 yes my job is awesome because I can pretty much leave whenever I need to. Today the need to was 3:30. I have totally lost any tiny smidgen left of my caffeine buzz and since I'm still getting over being sick, part of me feels like someone shot me in the face. I will adjust I'm sure. Head to pick up the kids. 

I get to my parents where my mom has already dissected Levi's back pack and took it upon herself to read everything and then give me some ridiculous long version of all the information she gathered. 

Tonights homework: Levi brought home 3 homework assignments. Seriously? His first day of kindergarten and already they're on homework. Not just that but its not even HIS homework, its MINE. "Please write your child's name on every crayon in the box". Really? I mean is that necessary.. apparently so, Levi says its due tomorrow. Then we have to figure out something tiny enough to fit in the little bag they sent home for show and tell. Levi wants to take a hot wheels. I'm not sure if that qualifies, but I'll go with it. Then we study up on how and why Clifford is such a big red dog.

My pretty sandwich came back with one bite out of it. That made me slightly bitter. 

Its off to homework, baths, laundry, dishes, grown up homework, and then.. bed :)