I was anxious in the morning because a) this is a big step for the girls, and that's exciting, followed quickly by b) this is going to rob me of any perceived flexibility I have in my day. (yes, everything must be about me)
The girls were clearly ripe with anticipation as they behaved like complete and utter monkeys escaped from the zoo during breakfast time, and I had to resort to threatening "no school," and everyone involved knew just what an idle threat that was. Preschool was paid for... and they were driving me batty... they were GOING.
I dropped them off, and was taken aback by all the kids! and their extended families! and the picture taking! I sat them in a chair playing with little froggies and bolted. They had a great time, getting (so far unwashable) paint all over their adorable first-day-of-preschool dresses. Note to self: It will be grunge-time at preschool from now on
That afternoon, while the kids all took a much-needed, much-protested nap, Peaches (the slightly less-psychotic of the dog duo) started pooping all over the place, and there was blood. Then she started vomiting at an alarming rate, and this all lead to me driving like a bat out of hell with all the kids, past everyone's bedtime, to the vet. Where we proceeded to spend ridiculous amounts of money on tests that we have yet to find the results of. So that was... the suck.
There's also a couple unbloggable, but even more alarming developments going on that kept me up late last night with what I'm assuming is ulcer-related ridiculousness.
And to top the sundae off with a cherry, the weather changed DRASTICALLY, as in a 20 degree drop or something? And I woke up at 4 am, going through the house, turning off the fans, blanketing the cold children, and rummaging around in the dark for a sweater of my very own.
DEFEATED, says I.
But hey, there is still plenty of cuteness going on around here:
Thanks for the picture indulgence. Now we start day 2 of getting the troops ready for preschool. Running off of... say, 3 hours sleep. I apologize in advance for my haggard (although happily hoodie-d) appearance.