How is it the end of May already? I would swear it's still January if I weren't in danger of heatstroke every friggin' time I go outside for five seconds. So. Hot.
Thursday was Olive's last day of school, and it was very bittersweet. We had planned on keeping her at the same precious preschool for two more years, through Kindergarten, like we did with Peach, but we decided it would be better to move her to GGMS next year so she and Peach can be together longer, ideally four years instead of two. Olive has had such a great first school experience at the precious preschool, but I know she will lose her mind when she gets around all those Montessori materials. I've taken her for a couple of pre-visits already, and she can't stop talking about all the puzzles and blocks and maps they have at her "new school." And honestly, GGMS is probably a better "fit" for our family anyway. I think, no, I know, I scare some people over there at the precious preschool, what with my very limited knowledge of the country club scene and my refusal to drag my children to 40 bajillion birthday parties just to say we did it. So as much as we loved our teachers and the overall environment of the precious preschool, as for the rest of that crap, they can have it.
I spent the better part of Friday at THREE doctor's offices. Count 'em. Stop one was to set up some dental surgery for Olive (yeah, more on that later), stop two was at the eye doctor so I could try on a new contact that I will never wear but had to at least try on just so the doc would let loose my new prescription so I can order my contacts online instead of being gouged at her office. Hurdle cleared. Stop three was my long-awaited visit to the orthopedic specialist for my gimpy shoulder, so imagine my surprise (not really) when he told me the x-rays of my gimpy shoulder and stiff neck showed absolutely NOTHING. I almost started crying, right there in the office of this dude who is probably several years younger than me and who seemed like he was listening and taking me seriously but now probably thinks that I am just faking for attention or prescription meds or both or that I am flat out psycho. I gathered myself and politely refused his offers of injections in my rotator cuff and more useless PT and said that I would prefer an MRI just to make sure we're not missing something. He seemed to think that that was reasonable, so we'll see. I told him the whole GD mess is like the electrical problem in your car: I never know, day to day, how it's going to be, when it's going to "work" or when I will spend the day wishing for a hacksaw and the promise of sweet relief. I will say, however, that as I was filling out 9,000 new patient forms, I realized, once again, how lucky I am to be able to check NO to pretty much every medical history question they can throw at me. Besides glasses, two berfs, and the occasional migraine, I am a lucky girl. So, silver lining and all that.
We spent the weekend in and around the ol' homestead, dodging the quick showers that passed through here and there. We got in two trips to the pool, some homemade ice cream AND homemade chocolate chip cookies, and a shitload of Jon and Kate Plus 8. It was awesome. I've begun The Packing for our (now) annual trek to Colorado next week, and I am so excited to pull out some long sleeve shirts and actual COATS for the trip. Olive is determined to meet up with her old pal, Spirit, the little darling who tried very hard to buck her off last year, and Peach hopes to get in the rafting trip we had to cancel due to rain. Me, I'm just hoping we don't have to take out a loan to pay for all the GD gas.
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