Where do I even start? Right now I'm typing on my like-new laptop which, a mere two days ago, just moments after publishing my last blog post, died. It was dead, my friends. Okay, not dead. Unusable, though. The screen? It was black. There was a little white cursor and nothing else and my frail little heart jumped from its customary place to the very uncomfortable region of my larynx.
If you've ever had your heart in your larynx, you'll know why it has been hard for me to function the last two days.
But now it's back and it's totally working and we have an external hard drive to back up all our files (no, I did NOT have one before. Because I like to live on the edge like that. Not really. Hence the heart "issue".)
And did I mention that we also started our very first year of homeschooling EVER yesterday?
Holy mackeral, folks. I'm exhausted. All you teachers out there, props to you and your seemingly unending supply of energy. I was only teaching two and a half people and you teach...20? 30? More? If you do not fall into a heap of sleeping floppiness the second you walk in the door every day, tell me your secret this instant.
Anyway, I do plan on boring you with a whole rundown on all the fun we've been having, but for now, as I'm just easing back into having real contact with the webby world and it's way past time to start dinner, I will tell you that our eldest has ALREADY lost a real library book.
And my youngest ate an entire stick of chalk.
But look. On the first day of the new school year, as the school bus cruised past our house, past the very picture window they were looking out of, this is what my kids were doing.
So the book and the chalk (and the markers and the mess) are a price I'm willing to pay.