Catholic Schools Week

Oh my Friday. Man. I want to go back to my month of short weeks. Except that this Friday feels especially welcome and hallelujahs and all that so, maybe changing the system would detract from the awesomeness that is a regular Friday? It remains to be seen.

It's the end of Catholic Schools week. C wore all the participatory clothing items from the proscribed list. Pajamas. Bright colors. Sports teams. Anti-Bullying Shirt. Blue/Gold/Spirit Wear.

It was overall a good week but my guy who likes schedules and predictability will be happy for some normalcy next week. It definitely stressed him out that they did "fun" things every day instead of reading stories. But they definitely did things that would qualify as fun.

The talent show was yesterday. I didn't go. I didn't think M could sit through it and should probably rest. So Husband went and that was good. C's class was the second act and their three poems take approximately 45 seconds. Husband told me that C "was really cute. Front and center and very animated." He sent me this picture:

And then later, his teacher sent us all this video. (The first poem is cut off a bit.)

And I laugh because, yep. That's our kid. It occurs to me that maybe other parents didn't have their kids practice? In my "I really wasn't trying to be a stage mom" defense, I had no idea these poems he was reciting were for anything until last week. I just thought they were cute and I would have him recite for me so I could marvel at the cuteness. 

In a full shot to my heart, I got a letter about preschool/kindergarten roundup this morning. And it had BOTH my kid's names on it! Huge reality check for me. What will I do with my seven and a half hours of kid-free time come August? I am going to hang out over here with my eyes closed and hands over my ears humming in denial for the next few months. 

And on that lovely mental image I am going to wish you a happy weekend and we'll see you back here after we find out who wins the Super Bowl (I don't really care either way.) and how exactly Jack met his demise. (I am curious.)

Enjoy it! Boring Advent is looming on the horizon. Sing out those Alleluias loud and proud!