No, this entry is not about me turning 30, but thank you for thinking I am still rockin' the 20's.
Today is Elle's first day of 3 year old Mother's Day Out, aka school. In preparation we went shopping and Elle got some new "back to school" shoes. We walked into the store and from 20 feet away Elle exclaimed "I want those!!!" She was of course referring to these:
The pink sparkly ones!! I told her to be fair to all the other shoes we really needed to look first. Well, after a solid minute, I knew this was a lost battle and we welcomed our new pink sparkle.tastic Toms to the Shaw family.
Photo.bomber wasn't quite sure why she didn't get any, but thankfully is too young to really care. We have referred to these shoes as our "back to school shoes" for weeks and Elle has shown them to e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e.
Switching gears (I will tie this all together I promise).
So this morning my alarm goes off to Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
FYI: This is one of my all time favorite songs. Please click on link if you have not added this to your library. You can thank me later.
This super chill and happy song set the tone of our morning. We ate breakfast, got dressed and braided hair all taking our time and getting pumped about Elle's first day of school. We were rolling along Hakuna Matata style until I noticed all the keys were off the key hook. I always put my keys on the hook because if I don't there is no telling where I have put them. Over the years I have found them in the outside trash, the freezer, under my bed, etc.etc.etc. Well, I look for 5 minutes and cover the obvious tracks. After 10 minutes I ask Elle is she knows where they are. After 15 minutes I ask her to help. After 20 minutes I beg for her to help and ask her if she is sure she hasn't seen them. After THIRTY minutes, when I was planning on us being in the car, I decide to call it.
THIRTY minutes. Do you know how long 30 minutes is when you are looking for something that is essential to getting to wherever you need to be? It is long enough to search every bag in the house, throw all cushions off a couch, unmake beds, go through toy containers, ransack your car, scour closets, shall I go on??
I walk into Elle's room and tell her I am so so SO sorry, but she is going to miss her first day of school because mommy can't find the keys. She yells "NO! I not missing school!!! I know where the keys is!" With that, she bolts out of her room, beelines it to the kitchen, opens a drawer, removes a book and promptly scoops up the keys and hands them to me.
Both built frustration and relief were dueling it out for a response. I took the keys and told her we would discuss the situation later. I then realized she was still sans clothes. We got dressed super fast, I grabbed her "back to school" sparkly shoes and handed them to her to put on in the car. And we were off to school.
Here is the best pic I got outside the building.
Notice the lack of all things pink and sparkly. I will refrain from sharing that story, but will say I am rereading James Dobson's The Strong Willed Child.
Happy first day of school my little Elle.
It has been 1 hour and 44 minutes since I dropped her off and I'm still cleaning my mess from searching for the blasted keys. Dad suggested I move my hook to be about 8 feet high. Not a bad idea.
