1. Backpacks, lunchboxes and various sandwich-shaped tupperware have all been located and placed in the appropriate cupboard.
2. School supplies have been parcelled out and loaded up, ready to make the trip to school. It turns out that we forgot to buy folders for Arabella, but I think that’s not a big deal, considering the amount of children/required school supplies.
3. New outfits (for the girls. The boys only cared about new shoes) are laid out on bedroom floors, looking like invisible children who met up with a steamroller.
4. I am trying to remember what time school starts. Is it 6:45 or 7:45? I honestly can’t remember; only that it seemed so horrendously early last year (Please let it be 7:45).
5. India wanted her hair trimmed for the first day of Eighth Grade (no more homeschooling for her. The babies and I were too boring, India announced. Unlike middle school. That’s not boring. Right.) India didn’t care what she looked like last year; I had to fight to get her to brush her hair. She’s getting older. I’m slightly freaking out.
6. My face is freshly waxed. I can’t bear to face a new school year sporting a stache or unruly eyebrows. The face-wax lady asked me this time if she could wax under my lip too because it needs it. Under my lip? I didn’t know hair even grows there. I’m getting older. I’m very freaking out.
7. I will be spending the next two weeks cleansing my body (the inside). No pop. Lots of fruit and veg. Only organic food. Lots of funky herbs and teas to help clean my pipes. I’m scared. I love pop and trans fats and high fructose corn syrup.
8. Mister starts teaching early morning Seminary* on Tuesday. I think this will cause him a lot of stress, which means it will cause me a lot of stress. But hopefully there will be a lot of blessings too.
9. I was supposed to spend the summer helping Finn with his multiplication and teaching cursive to Arabella. I think I forgot about those goals three days after school ended.
10. The babies will be in preschool two days a week (for a grand total of eight hours all to myself). Mister says I should go back to school. What kind of crazy talk is that? Maybe in a few years.
11. Should I make India and York ride their bikes to and from school this month? It’s 1.2 miles. Normally I make them ride, but normally it’s not 100º when school is over. I want them to be happy, but I also want them to be tough. I hate all these soft, whiny kids nowadays.
*Mormon High Schoolers spend an hour every morning going to church before school. (Unless they live in Utah where they can go during school hours.) It’s called Seminary. Mister will be teaching the 6:00 am class.