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7:40a
I just talked to my little ones.  They are about to walk into their new school for the first day.  2nd, 3rd, and 4th grade.  I told them over and over not to grow up, but they just won’t listen!  Go figure.  I am feeling a tad left out.  But better to be left out of this one morning than every morning.

“4th grade, mom! Can you believe it?”

“I saw the 3rd grade schedule and Math is the first thing!  Why math?”

“Recess will be awesome, mom!  The playground is brand new!”

They each had their own thoughts running on different paths.  And all mine are running along besides them.  The first thought I had this morning was not for my CancerMonster as usual, but for my three little Martians on their way to a new adventure.

New adventures, new feelings, new teachers, new friends.  We should all strive for this newness every day of our own lives.  Learn, Live, Laugh.  Have fun, my babies.

My night was better.  I closed yesterday with the giggles I needed.  Thanks for the Jokes guys.  It hit the spot.

I have some business to take care of after my treatment today. I need some prescriptions renewed and I must speak to the business office before I can head off for home. It shouldn’t take long.   I will still have a couple hours to rest before I pick up the kids at school.

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8:00p
I didn’t write nor take pictures on the way home.  I didn’t even talk on the phone.  I turned the radio up to drown out my thoughts and sang my way along.

I never made it to the school.  I pulled in to the camp site around 12:15, walked in with just my purse and laid down on my bed.  No one home but me.  It was quiet.  And it was my bed.  It was 1:30 when I managed to wake enough to call Dan.

“I can’t wake up.”
“What did you take?”
“Nothing.”
“We’re all leaving the job by two anyway. You want me to get the kids?”

I struggled to rectify the time I needed to pull myself together with the end of school at 2:50.

“I don’t think I can do it.”

I hadn’t even brought in my medication bag.  It was 2:10 before I woke again and stumbled out to the car for my pain pills.  My head was pounding.  I went back to bed with a bottle of water and one little helper.   At 3:00 Dan called back.  “We are about ten minutes away.  The kids are very excited.  Get ready for them to pounce.”

Brandi was the first in the door, thus claiming first right of the telling.  Jaymi could hardly contain herself until it was his turn.  Poor Rob had to wait the longest.  They all had too much to tell.

“I expected you to pick us up, mom.
“So did I.”

After the stories played out sufficiently, we had to take the work van someplace for the weekend.  We stopped in a Radio Shack to see about a cheaper phone for me.  (I am both wearing out this blackberry with my writing and running over on the bill every month.  It’s time to downgrade.)   Then we had to get some grub.

It’s now 8:20 and I am about to climb into my jammies.  I am beat. And having a hard time formulating words.  I’m glad there is only one more week of this.  It’s getting harder on me every time.

I may not be able to eat them raw, but tomorrow I will be a vegetable. And looking forward to it!