Back to Life

         There's an old Soul II Soul song that starts out, "Back to life, back to reality..."  It kind of sets the tone for the week.  Feisty Pants' summer session of school has started.  The therapies are back up and running.  And although we are busy, we are still getting more sleep than we did during the break.  And even though it is frigging summer (ick ick ick) and way too summery for my liking, things seem to be settling back into our school routine rather nicely.

          Feisty Pants is now sleeping better (THANK YOU THERAPY).  Complaining less of how boring and awful her parents are.  There are TWO cute boys in her class this summer.  That's not even counting her "bus boyfriend".   ('Cause when you're that adorable, that's how you roll.)  She even has plans to go see the Minions movie without her pia parents - the hallmark of a truly entertaining outing.  "'Out you, Mom, 'out YOU!"  meaning without me.  As I am the most awful, smelly albatross of a parent to ever hang around making my children's lives a misery.  (I am incorrigible that way.)  She is even showing off new verbal skills this week.   If, of course, you take a new swear word as a verbal skill.  And I am.  We did explain swear words are for speech therapists because they appreciate the effort it takes but since she only swore at her father, and she was repeating a word he had just said, I let it slide.  (Only giving her a quarter for making me laugh counts as letting it slide, right?)

          So far, the only minor hiccup was that she got sent home early on Thursday due to a power outage at her school.   Which she liked in theory.   Until she realized it meant being home with me.  She was little disappointed though, when the NYSEG guys said a transformer blew and she missed it.   I mean really, what's the point of something blowing if you don't get to watch it blow?  Feisty Pants said it was verrrrrryyyyy borrrrring.  She did not get to see anything blow up at all. Just a bunch of guys working.  They weren't even cute in her book, just old.  The summer session is supposed to be the fun one.  What the heck.  They could at least let her see something blow up.

           Ahh well, but now it's Saturday.  And she hasn't complained yet today of terminal ennui.  We even found Hocus Pocus on tv, so she is happily ensconced in witches and zombies.  (My kids due tend to skew more towards Wednesday Addams than Barbie.) So I get to have five minutes to try to finish this.  Maybe there is something to be said for simply enjoying life on a lazy July afternoon.