Six years ago, my baby girl was born on Labor Day. I will forever be amused by the fact that I labored on Labor Day. I labored at home, as a matter of fact, for six hours, most of it in denial that I was really in labor. She was born only two hours after the midwife arrived and ten minutes before my husband arrived. Oops.
She starts school tomorrow. Kindergarten. My last child is starting kindergarten. She is super-enthusiastic, which is a miracle considering that a year ago she informed me she was Never Going to School. I cried when I dropped my other children off at kindergarten, even though each time I had another baby at home to occupy me. This time, I have no other babies at home, only sometimes surly teenagers. I feel very matter-of-fact about kindergarten and FREE TIME, but I am also aware that I might fall completely apart and have to be wheeled out on a stretcher.
Speaking of which, when I left my neighborhood today, the road was blocked by two police cars, an aid car and a fire-truck. I have no idea what happened, but the occupants of the house are older, so perhaps it was an age-related health scare. I don’t know those neighbors at all, but I am so curious.
Sunday, after church, we went to the Woodland Park Zoo. One of my teenagers was very resistant to the idea of the zoo, but during the actual outing, he appeared to be having fun. I hadn’t been to that zoo in 10 years. I thought it was much-improved, quite beautiful. The weather was perfect and the day was lovely, even though half the family wished they were at home, watching television. “You have to do things so you have memories to look back on,” I told them all over lunch.
We have a family membership now, so they will all have to go again. Ha ha ha.
Grace’s party yesterday was at the pool. I took a chance because the weather is so iffy around here, but it turned out nice. (No one else was at the pool, either, but us.) I would post some pictures, but my blog is still not speaking to my camera for reasons unknown to me.
I must sleep now for tomorrow I will have the morning to myself. But first, I will have to wake up early and get the kids off to school. For the first time in fifteen years, I will not have a little person at home with me. Cue the hysterical
crying laughter. Or something.