Thursday, August 13, 2009

School, school, school....literally!

Our two middle children, Casey & Chloe, had "Back to School Night" tonight. The charter school hosted a yummy BBQ and the kids were able to meet some of the teachers and see their classrooms. We're new to this school and I am extremely excited for my two who are able to attend. Caleb (our baby) will still be in our local public elementary until a spot opens up for him in the 2nd grade. We hear he's #4 on the sibling list, so not too bad. I do feel bad that he isn't able to start the school year with his siblings and will be alone (without his sister), but he seems to be handling it very well. The office staff has been so patient with him (and me!). Everytime they see us Caleb asks if he can come to school there. They get down on his level and sweetly tell him that they are trying so hard to get him in and will keep trying. I pray every day for him to be accepted, but I know it's all in God's hands and in His timing. I'll try to be patient.

We went back-to-school shopping after the BBQ to gather a few supplies, so naturally, Chloe is off-the-wall deliriously happy and wants to go back to school, like, yesterday. She'll have to wait till next Wednesday though. To pass the time, she's writing her first entry in her journal for school. I think she's going to be "teacher's pet" already starting on what will most likely be her first journal assignment. Haha!


(Taken from my iPhone)
Here she is writing her name on a composition notebook (her journal).

As soon as we arrived home, Chloe was in her bedroom trying on a couple of her uniform outfits. Casey and Chloe can wear navy, white or burgandy shirts, khaki or navy bottoms, uniform color socks and any shoe as long as it has a back and a strap (or ties). In the photo above you can see her wearing another one of her outfits paired with Airwalk "kicks". A less expensive version to Converse...which I love! I refuse for them to go to school in dress pants with fat skater shoes. Maybe it's just me, but I consider Converse style shoes to be classic and can be worn with dress pants or jeans. Very versatile. The brown mary-jane's are Airwalk, too.

(Taken from my iPhone)

Speaking of shoes, I was able to find some really cute shoes for the kids this year that didn't cost me an arm and a leg. Casey, Chloe and Caleb all received a pair of Airwalk "kicks". Casey has a brown pair with some sort of skull or dragon on the side for $13.00, Chloe has the blue pair for $17.99 and Caleb has the black pair for $17.99. Simple and stylish. Chloe also got the brown mary-jane's for $15.00. Payless is having their Buy 1, Get 1 half off promotion and they recently sent out a 20% off coupon in the mail, too. I had to go to 5 different stores to find the right colors/sizes and each time they printed off which store had what I needed, it came with a coupon. The cashier at Payless either took pity on me or was really nice, but he honored both the 20% off mail coupon and another $3.00 off printed coupon. All in all, I paid $39 and some change for all four pairs of shoes! When I went to the final Payless today with my receipts and coupons, he worked his magic and ended up owing me $3.00! I even asked him if he was sure he hadn't made a mistake.

I only have a few more items to purchase for the uniformed kids. Casey needs a couple pairs of uniform pants and they both need brown/black belts, socks, haircuts and a few more school supplies that we couldn't find today. I'll be heading to Target and Office Max tomorrow for the rest. Purchasing all the stuff for our uniformed students has been a little more expensive than normal, but I'm giddy thinking about all the clothes I will not have to buy.

I was able to buy Caleb a few pairs of Old Navy jeans when they were on sale for $10 each. He will not need much (if anything) for school supplies, but I do need to buy him a few polo shirts. Since he'll be starting (hopefully) this year at the charter school, I'm buying him polo shirts to get him used to wearing them. It's a good thing he likes polo shirts! He's rather picky about his clothing (look and feel) and for a seven year old boy, it's driving me nuts! He's more irritated by the feel, than look, so we have to shop around and let him try things on. Being a seven year old boy, he's not really into shopping for anything but LEGO's, so it has been a challenge, to say the least.

As for my older sons, my amazing mom has offered to buy Brenden and Braden (aka The Twins) their school clothing and shoes. They are going to be expensive, but not because they buy expensive things, just because there are two of them. Luckily, one of my twins likes Aeropostle and I LOVE Aeropostle's sale prices! I will be watching the purchases and making sure they make wise choices. They will be going through the closet and discarding anything that is worn out, then taking note of what they really need before we go shopping. Partly because I want them to be more responsible and partly because they have a knack for charming "Gamma" into what they want. Ahem. Anyway, I'm also trying to instill in them the difference in what they need and what they want. There is a big difference, whether they like it or not. With teenagers it's hard and with my mother it's harder. I saved her lots of money in my "New Waver Thrift Store years", but she will not let me forget the $70 dollar Girbaud jeans I just had to have. What a waste! Sorry mom!

The twins will also have some hefty high school fee's this year, too. Approximately $100 each for basic fee's, $100 each for driver's education class and whatever fee's they accumulate with special class fee's (shop, art, drama, sports, etc).

In the spirit of recycling, all of my younger kids will be reusing old backpack's and totes. This will save us over $50 this year alone! Brenden & Braden will need backpack's because they were not allowed to carry any bags in their last school or wear coats in the halls or to classes. It was a rule put in place to keep the students safe. You know, just in case someone decided they wanted to carry a gun (or bomb) to school. In March, we chose to transfer them to a school a few miles from our home. It was a better school than the one in our boundary, but still riddled with gangs. Up until Tuesday evening, I was prepared to register them on Wednesday morning. That is, until my husband suggested we enroll them in a school next to his work. Was he joking? I couldn't believe he even suggested it. It was the first school I attended when we moved to Utah (I was in the old building though) and I've only heard great things about them since the new building was constructed. I couldn't sleep a wink that night because I was so afraid my hopes would be squashed by them not accepting "Out of Bound" students, but when I called first thing the next morning, I was estatic when they scheduled a registration appointment for the following Monday.

In moving them to the High School near my husbands work, they will have a better education and more opportunities for after school sports, etc. It also will make it easier on Rob when he needs to take them to our church (only a few miles away) for worship practice and High School youth service. Having them so close to their dad will also make it easy for him to take them to school and bring them home. They will not be home until when Rob would normally get home, but I hope that they are able to use the time after school to complete homework, etc.

It all sounds pretty complicated and some may wonder why we don't just keep them in our local schools or even homeschool, but while I had felt a huge relief when two of my kids were accepted into the charter school 10 minutes away, I was still torn because my fifteen year old boys were heading to a school that I was settling on (because it was the closest one to us that was better than our boundary school). Ever since Wednesday morning, I've felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders. I'm so relieved!


Sunday, August 9, 2009

Not Me! Monday-A humourously splitting recount.



Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

As for my "Not Me! Monday" post and why I Twittered about a recent emotional meltdown, here you go.....

Sunday morning, just after getting back from a 4 day/3 night business trip, I did not wake up feeling exhausted. I also did not wonder (aloud) if I should just skip church. After hitting the snooze button several times, I did not grumble as I got out of bed.

My 10 year old daughter did not wake up crying that she didn't want to go to church, complain that she didn't know what to wear and didn't keep us waiting in the car while she tried to find a pair of shoes (even though she has a dozen pair). I was not grumpy (and tired) to begin with, so I happily helped her find a cool outfit and did not bark, "Don't even start with me this morning young lady!" as I went to wake up the others.

I did not try on several pairs of pants just to pull out a dirty pair of denim capri's from my suitcase because the other ones did not fit me. I did not want to cry because it was quite obvious that I've gained several pounds.

With five reluctant and tired children, I was not fifteen minutes late for church, did not miss 75% of worship and did not silently wish I was at home...sleeping.

I did cheer up as our pastor began preaching and was thankful that my oldest son was actually taking notes and paying attention. After service, I happily browsed the church bookstore shelves and then the kids and I headed over to another church (where my husband plays worship) so we could encourage him.

After that service, I took my younger three home and waited for my husband and our older sons to return. I wasn't feeling well and started to feel some anxiety creeping in. Shortly after they arrived, I started feeling worse. I wasn't sure why I was feeling anxious, but my heart was starting to beat fast, I was sweating and my mind was racing. I took several deep breaths and rushed to my bedroom to cry. I could feel the anxiety attack coming on and was hoping to force it away with a good cry.

My husband came in and laid next to me not knowing I had been silently weeping. He gently stroked my back and then one of my children came in (I can't recall who) and DID NOT promptly announce that I had a hole in my pants. My husband did not pat my tush and say matter-of-factly, "I know." I, therefore, was not immediately horrified when my hand reached behind me and felt a huge gaping five to six inch split instead of a tiny unnoticeable tear.

I did not begin to sob uncontrollably into my pillow while vivid pictures of me praising God with my hands held high in worship, bending over to look at books on lower shelves and bending over to pick up chocolate muffin crumbs from the sanctuary floor flashed through my already anxious mind.

My daughter did not try to console me by saying, "Mommy, you can't see it when your shirt is over it!" and my husband did not try to help me feel better by telling me that it must have happened after church (the 2nd one) because he would have noticed it. Nevermind the fact that he was up on stage leading worship when I entered the church (from the back...LATE!!) and his back was turned to me when I left. He also did not burst out laughing after calling me "pumpkin" when he realized his not-so-humerous pun. You know, seeing as my panties were ORANGE! Nope...not my sensitive husband.

Calm and collected, I did not have to take something (a medication that I've never had to take before, but prescribed to me for moments like this, I imagine.) so that I could calm down, because the very unfortunate "I don't know when my pants ripped during my very public morning" circumstance did not emotionally push me over the edge. Nope. I handled it all very well and am quite proud of my reaction to such an embarassing experience. ::sigh::

I did, however, wake up in my loving husbands arms two hours later. He held me as I took a much needed nap and I'm grateful that even though splitting ones pants is rather humerous, he understood that it was just something I could not deal with at that particular moment. Despite all the tears of anxiety and embarassment, my loving (and, yes, sensitive husband) made me laugh in the end. Oh, and um, honey? I just wanted to say "Thanks!! You're the best!"

Love,

"Pumpkin"

Friday, August 7, 2009

Business Travel

I haven't been a very good blogger lately. Sorry.

This past week I've been working in and out of town. Since Wednesday I've been in St. George delivering phones. It's been a great experience for me to get away, but I've worked long days and am exhausted at this point. I am excited to go home tomorrow. Right now I am in my hotel room... blogging, when I should be sleeping.

::yawn::

I have a long drive home tomorrow so I do need to get some sleep.

G'night!!!