It’s the last week of summer vacation. We have one last adventure planned, an overnight at Great Wolf Lodge. I’ve had to hold it ransom lest the wild ones run completely amuck. It’s worked. Kind of.
The Eldest has had quite a time this month as well. Impending 5th grade, a haircut that still shocks the lot of us, and other things that Mommy feels are more her area but I think she herself is a bit uncomfortable. I think the Eldest is taking it in stride, in her usual way of things. I imagine there will be questions, possibly even before the end of the year. My dear, dear oldest. She’s apt to ponder over a something until she’s exercised all avenues available to her at that present before going outside of her own noggin.
The Beast is, well, still the Beast. She’s had a change of some sort herself. She’s taken to hugging again. I’m not sure if I had angered or hurt her in some way, or she was just having a particular drawn out bout of clinging to Mommy. Third grade is going to be interesting, as much for her as it will be for who ever her teacher turns out to be.
More school stuff, the Boy isn’t too keen on returning to preschool. He’s made it clear enough, though it seems more an obligatory objection.
As for me, I’ve been checking religiously to see if the position I subbed for will ever be posted. So far, no go. But there’s been a slew of custodian positions, so I’m hoping that I might land in one of those. Honestly, I’d almost prefer it. It would be good to get back on my feet and active again. Not that the classroom wasn’t active, but it was a different sort. And more mentally intensive. Here’s hoping for something, anything, more stable that spotty days of subbing.