Kesiva Vchasima Tova and more

You guys deserve an update. So here it is.

Carpool issues are fine. No more leaving my daughter behind in school. I try my hardest to be on time, and figured a way to get my daughter to school on time. It seems to be working...most of the days.

My daughters' teachers called. Yes, both teachers called this past week. She is doing great. Reading on the high end of her reading group (yay!) and very smart. Very helpful and friendly. I received great reports from both her morning teacher and her afternoon teacher. I am so happy for her. She is loving first grade a lot. Her biggest complaint about school is...She wishes she was in eighth grade or higher. Why? you ask? Because she wants her homework to be harder. This is my daughter. I am so happy for her that she loves school. I do hope the teacher will accommodate her with harder homework. Actually, I am not going to bother with that until PTA in December, if she still feels that her homework is not hard enough.

My son is Shabbos Aba this week. He is very excited about that. I received a phone call last week from his morah and he is just a cutie in school. He listens, behaves, etc...so unlike last year. He grew up so much. It is wonderful to hear this from the teachers. He is requesting from me, a birthday party at home. Go figure. Of course being me, I caved in and said he can have one at home...BUT it will be small. I figured about ten kids all together. He helped me with the guest list...and most of the boys are from camp or Nursery, and two girls from his class this year. Impressed. Of the ten kids, only three girls.

Rosh Hashanah is around the corner. Funny I just wrote that and remember my children telling me "some people say that RH is around the corner..." and they are trying to figure out what that means. They know that Rosh Hashanah is next week, but how can it be around the corner for everyone?! We don't all live on one block. Try explaining that one to them.

Back to Rosh Hashanah. Kesiva Vchasima Tova to my dear readers. I wish you and your families a happy and a good year. Let this year be a better year than last. May this year grant you more wisdom and knowledge to do the right thing. Let this year be the one where you understand things better. Let this year be the one where complicated issues become uncomplicated. Where your wishes and dreams can become a reality. With all good things and many more.

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On that note....

What a Day...

I need to calm down and relax. Stop screaming and breath. In and out. It is not really the end of the world. Even if it seems that way. It is fine. All will be okay. No really. It will.

Today was my daughters first day of school. I dropped her off and couldn't believe the traffic I had encountered. I do hope it will get better. Then off to the other side of town for Orientation for my son. That was so much fun. I told his two teachers to go speak to last years afternoon Morah and learn her method of helping my son grow. Whatever she did was great and she should share the wealth of knowledge. I wonder if they will actually go talk to her. I gave them some advice, but I don't know if they will listen to it or not.

I get a phone call at work at about 4:30 from my babysitter. She received a phone call from school that Rivky is still there. No one took her home. I was livid. I was fuming. I was mad. I quickly called the school and told them that she was supposed to go home with another Morah who taught FIRST grade. Apparently that person forgot. The school left her a message and I left her a message. In the meantime, the secretary said she will take her home at 5. I was at a lost. The very first day of car pool and this happens. WHY oh why did I do this?! I finally get a phone call at about Five PM. "OH my, I am sooo sorry, I am nauseous, etc I cannot believe I forgot. I thought she was in Pre 1-A, I didn't pick up my others. I took the other girls home. I forgot, so unlike me. Etc. Etc. etc" Mind you this is the very same person who kept asking me "are they normal" regarding the morning car pool.

She went to go pick up my daughter at five. Now my daughter knows who she is. She will find her on her own. She got a toy and super snacks out of the deal, but also came home at 5:15 instead of at 4:15. I am fuming. I am still burning mad about this.

Doesn't help matters when I get a note in the knapsack that I am missing some supplies. I made sure that I packed everything in her knapsack. A machberes with her name on it is missing. It will be annoying for me to go to the sefarim store to replace it. I know I bought it. She knows she had it in school that morning. Where in the world did it go? On top of that as well, her brand.new.knapsack.has.a.hole.in.it.already! I threw out a water bottle and noticed it was dripping. I go check the pocket and sure enough there is a nice hole in the mesh. Why did I bother with the new knapsack? In a week, it will look just like last years beat up knapsack. Why bother? Can't you tell I am frustrated?! I do need to calm down. I explained how the rolling part works and how she must be careful with her stuff. To be kids again.

I hope that tomorrow is a better day. I sent a note back to the Morah. Dear Morah, Please look around the classroom or ask the girls sitting next to her if they have seen her machberes as I had sent her to school with two machbaros with her name on them. If need be, please let me know which size is missing so I can repurchase it soon. Thank you. I met this Morah in the summer and not sure if I want to call her up. The class note says if we have issues with her, we can send a note to school in the folder. No phone number. I guess it means no calls for her.

To make the day go better, my two boys started emptying water bottles all over the floor. Yes, I know they should not be within reach, but they are. No where else to keep them. I don't mind if they play with them, but to open them and empty them onto the floor, that is too much for me. Glad my husband was home to help clean that one up.

Why oh why do we teach kids how to dial 9.1.1.??? Just another icing on today's day.

I am sure I can think of many more..But I cannot blog about work.

School

I found it.

I really did.

My daughter asked for a rolling Hello Kitty knapsack. I found it. and I bought it.

Before you start on the issues that it is not good for busses, we do not have bus service out there. It is all car pool.

I searched high and low for this backpack, and I cannot believe I finally found a decent priced one. I am impressed. I do hope this one lasts the year and then some. I remember, in my days, I didn't get a new every year. Nor did I get a Hello Kitty one too. My have time changed.

School starts next week. A first grader. I need to get her uniform all ready. Not impressed though, she had uniforms last year.

I spoke with a friend of mine. The last I spoke to her was when my 14month old was born. Been a while, eh? Well she was telling me about her girls and how she might take them to build-a-bear workshop, but sigh. it is so very close to American girl place. What is with it? What is all the hype of the doll? I have seen the knock-off brands but I still do not get it. I wonder if the girls here are into it. Right now, my daughter is clue-less and is happy with the regular dolls she has. I do not see the need for the others.

There is a guy in town, an old Russian guy who after work, does house calls, and cuts hair. I asked my sister in law, when he comes to her next, to let me know, and maybe he can cut my sons hair as well. So we went off tonight at 7 pm. Night time. I am so very impressed with my boy. He behaved and sat so still and didn't move. He was a great trooper. I am thinking of calling this guy up myself. But who really wants to sweep up cut hair?

Speaking of cut hair. I finally did it. I got it professionally done. I don't remember the last time I had my hair washed and cut by someone. I guess the last time was 6.5 years ago, the day of my wedding. Been too long. I did cut off a bit too much just that it is annoying to stick under a shaitel. But I am thinning that maybe I want to cut my shaitel to shoulder length hair.

Shout out to MINDY! The wonderful news made my day. I am so excited for her wonderful news. A bouncy baby blue bundle of joy. WELCOME to mommyhoood and parenting.