So....I got a job. It's a great job and it's at my children's school. I didn't take to the sitting at home alone all day with nothing to do as well as I thought I would and so I volunteered everyday until they started feeling bad that they weren't paying me and hired me out of pity.
Meanwhile, school's out for the summer and I am now the mother of a middle-schooler. Fucking hell. I aged ten years just typing that shit.
His "promotion ceremony" was Friday and it was great. I cried like a baby. Seriously. It was embarrassing. I did ok until the principal declared them the class of 2020....and the music was playing....and...and....cue the "ugly" cry.
I honestly cannot rave enough about the teachers that we have had since coming to Maryland. Every single one of them has been absolutely spectacular. I wish I could pack the whole lot of them up and take them with us when we leave.
My oldest will no longer be in the same school that I work at, but my youngest will be moving up to into it. Which means that he will no longer have to go to daycare. Yay! I really like our daycare provider, and he did too. But it will be wonderful to have that money to put towards other stuff from now on.
there is my update. I've got a lot going on for the next three weeks, but it all should be fairly blog-able. My mother is renewing her vows to her husband of 25 1/2 years, so we're going down home for that. Then I'm leaving my rugrats with my mother and heading to my best friend's house!! Then it's on to my dad's and back home for more working. I might throw all my guys out at the end of the summer for a visit with my MIL while I stay home in the peace and quiet and watch all the episodes of Game of Thrones and read until my heart grows three sizes larger and I'm ready to deal with a house full of guys again.