Blastoff! To school, I mean.

FINALLY school has begun, and it started off great! The girls were excited and nervous, but not so much that they didn't sleep in until 7:30am. YES! They were the very last ones into their classrooms. I am placing the blame on PTA, though, because there were like 50 of those ladies clogging up the foyer and I couldn't get through to the hallway. We were halfway down to their classrooms when announcements began and we had to frantically look around for a flag to pledge allegiance to. The teachers didn't care that they were late, and neither did I. I stopped in the school store to pick up the new school shirts (I am totally obsessed with school shirts. Love. Them.) and then headed on home to Gabe.

He was happily sprawled out on the couch watching cartoons. He did not care that his sisters were gone. He put on his new school shirt and lounged right on back down.

We spent the day with my sisters running errands. We didn't return to the house until after we picked up the girls. They both proclaimed that they had a fantastic day. HURRAY! Charlotte is freaking out because her teacher said she had to have her planner by tomorrow. Tough for teacher because the school store said they will be delivering them later this week. I'll write her a note to soothe her fears, though. Claire has a hefty spelling assignment due Thursday and a little bit of timed math. She's down there right now writing 21 words 3 times each. That's a lot, peeps. But she isn't complaining at all.

I don't know what to do for Family Home Evening. I am waffling between phoning it in with a story from the church children's magazine or a family game of Battleship. They had a big day full of instruction; I don't want to overload their little minds with even more lessons.

Gabe just wandered in making all sorts of sounds like, well, like cars crashing and stuff crunching. I asked him what he is imagining. Nothing - he is just beatboxing. Yipes.

It's five o'clock. Dinner is in the oven, but it likely won't be ready until 6:30. Andy isn't home yet. Cartoons are over. Claire is plugging away on her work. I wish I had a Virgil's Cream Soda. But I'm pleased with the day and looking forward to tomorrow. Welcome back, Routine!