Wrestling Alligators.

Some mornings feel like I'm positively wrestling an alligator. Today is not one of those days. With limited activity due to my best beloved taking the kids to school. But lately it has been wrestling alligators. All the boys have been sick again. So, on the first day of school instead of Samuel attending I was taking him and Ian and Michael to the doctors. (Where we proceeded to be for the next 2 1/2 hours). Blood tests. Chest x-rays. Doling out antibiotics all around. An oral steroid there. An inhaler here. Cough. Cough.

Libby enjoyed her first day of school. And by her second she was crying when I made her leave. She LOVES school. She comes home and sings songs and tell stories and talks about dressing up. Her teacher Mrs. Wood hugged her goodbye yesterday. Libby clinged to her like glue and Mrs. Wood said, "I love you my Libby." Melted my heart.

Samuel experienced his first day of school yesterday. He seemed to love it. I loved his classroom... very cool! How can one not learn in that environment? He came home excited and perky. He ate lunch and took a nap for 4 hours! Yep. Wiped him out.

We're trying to figure out the school routine because Libby and Samuel have different schools, different schedules, and different times. For example Samuel would be spending an hour and a half on the bus in the morning. So we're driving him instead. Libby doesn't have a bus option so we have to drive her. Samuel takes the bus home.... so we're still working out the bugs and kinks...

Then therapy appts. Dentist. Specialists. Endocrinology for Samuel next week. GI. Pulmonary. Etc. The list goes on. And did I mention the 20 calls I should be making and the e-mails I need to write and the bills that need attending to.

Well, I'm being summoned by a little one upstairs. The therapist should be here shortly. I'm going to make myself a cup of tea and enjoy the "quieter" presence of two instead of four...


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