Angus Young

Aaack! Seven days later! The worst part is, it's all bursting out of the seams of my brain. One warning about blogging, once you start it easily becomes an obsession. I've been walking around, sitting, sleeping, composing blogs. By now I've lost at least 5 good ones. Dammit that was so not my intention when I started this. Hopefully, once the big boys start school tomorrow, life will slow down enough for me and my three morning cups of coffee to return to the blogging life.

I ended the last blog prematurely... work. Yep, I got a job. A lot of the response I got from friends & neighbors was either a stunned expression or a verbal "You're nuts!" While that may be true, it has nothing to do with getting a job. A job will actually keep me saner than spending 24/7 at home. Besides, all the kids are in school this year. Even daughter, all-day preschool no less. I don't know who is more excited, me, her or the dad. Since we got home from summer vacation she has dressed for "church school" every day. Backpack, dress, teeth sparkly, hair brushed; "let's go mamma."

It was especially bad this past Monday. Squareboy started Catholic school two weeks before daughter. It's the same school, their classes separated by two doors, but he started earlier. Despite his jet lag, which I'll mention in the next blog even though it really should go first, Squareboy jumped out of bed, blinked his eyes at cartoons, shoveled a bowl of cereal in, and put on his Angus Young get-up. Can I just say I am so bummed I cleaned and organized the house and I can't find the memory card to my camera anywhere?

With most kids getting them to wear a tie would be a headache, with Squareboy the headache came because there was no jacket (read blazer) to go with the shirt and tie. The kid's a born Catholic. He also had to wear the "Sunday" shoes, ie, the shiny black shoes not the everyday nonshiny black shoes. He went to school without a protest, for the first time since his school career, proud as a peacock. When I picked him up he was still a happy camper and his teacher beckoned me over, making my heart skip a beat, and told me "It is just wonderful to have such a lovely boy in my class." Squareboy.