Tomorrow is our first day of school. I know most schools have already started and stores have not restocked all of the school supplies sold over the last several days. I didn't exactly plan ahead this year. I did not get school supplies until today and panicked a little when I started at Wal-mart and they were out of wide ruled notebook paper. It wasn't a real good sign.
What I also hadn't done was have Olivia actually try on her uniform until about 8:45 tonight. I literally held my breath hoping the sizes I'd bought were right. If not, no biggie. She just wouldn't start school because her mom procrastinated and, with my current bank account status, the years of therapy she would need would be a breeze.
While we were checking sizes, I remembered just a couple of years ago when she was trying her uniform on for the first time and she was so excited she wanted to wear it everywhere we went. To the store, the mall, the pool. Wherever heavily starched cotton/poly blends would be most comfortable. Now, she's not so excited. She's kind of Jenny from the Block and uniforms don't do it for her anymore. Backpacks maybe, uniforms no.
This year she went for the pink camo messenger bag "cause it has space for everything; her lunch, her pencils, even her laptop."
"But, Olivia, you don't have a laptop."
"I know, I just like being prepared."
Tee's been long over the uniforms, I mean, he's totally in fourth grade now. Totally. But we did make a little purchase for him tonight that lit him up like the 4th of July.
He's playing baseball again this fall and his coach told him he needs a cup.
You mean a Solo cup? Cup O'Noodles? Tea cup?
No, you know, a cup. An athletic supporter.
Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh. Seriously? Oh, this is for sure a job for Trey. I'm out. Officially out.
That boy came home from Academy like the cat that ate the canary. He ran upstairs, put that thing on then ran around the house telling everyone he saw to "Knock it! Seriously! Knock it as hard as you can! I can't feel a thing!"
He said it was so great he was going to wear it ALL THE TIME under all of his clothes because, 'I mean, even four-square can be dangerous for, you know, everything'.
After dinner, Olivia accidentally bumped her head and climbed into my lap crying.
Tee said, "Liv, you should totally get a cup to wear on your head. Then if you bumped it, it wouldn't even hurt."
If I had been drinking milk, it would have shot out my nose.