early

Why am I always up so early?

So I just answered an ad on Craig's list looking for a bassist. what will happen?

Was told by my husband yesterday that I did not in fact buy my bass with my retirement fund from TTX, but that he bought it. I do not remember this and I want to see the receipt. Was also told that I bought it while we lived in Roscoe Village, but I remember playing it in the 90's? Am I delusional?

Perhaps I was playing the fender in the 90's? When were the She shows? Didn't I play the Alembic on those? I remember using my grandma's money to pay for computer school and then using the retirement fundage to buy the bass...

Still waiting to get the electric upright funding secured. Was told that I can't have funding until I figure out which bass I want, but I need to have at least the promise of funding before I find the sitter and trek out for shopping, I mean, it's sort of a huge deal for me and is not something that I can just turn off and on.

I just wish that I had married someone who was gung ho ME. Isn't that supposed to be how it works?

Meanwhile my MIL has been diagnosed with hip dysplasia, but was told by her doc that she shouldn't do yoga, but that she should stretch and strengthen. um. yeah.

yuck

too early!

I knew this would happen sooner or later, I got up nice and early to get the practicing done and out of the way but our floor is soooooo squeaky so I've gone and woken Abbey up. Oh well.

What's that sanskrit word for when you get a group of like mindeds together for a hangout?

So the new yoga journal came the other day. I usually make myself read them in order but for some reason I really wanted to read this one first, do I did, and they had an article on Kali. So I was thinking about her on my drive over to combo class and then I was thinking about Charlie my old collie dog and then I was thinking about how collie and Kali are pronounced the same. Weird.

Picture Day

for Abbey. Today we have that and then swimming lessons start and then Abbey has a piano lesson. I'm trying to not get ourselves so busy that we can't just go and do whatever it is. So far we only have stuff on wednesdays and thursdays. We go to my mom's on mondays. Every other week we have Daisy scouts on Tuesdays but that's in the evening.

OK, well, they're up and I've just had to separate them. Ugh. Off to make breakfast

Skippy

So yesterday I went to pick Abbey up from school. I parked a block over and walked over with Ella so that I could wait, feeling nervous, hoping to do it right this time... Out they come so I walk over, there's the teacher, nice teacher, what's this? Smiling? What? So the nice teacher lady tells me that Abbey is reading very well and that once they get into reading groups she will be free to read ahead at her own level and we got a big thumbs up. I was almost giddy with the not being in trouble and just so stinkin' proud of my Dabbers.

yay

woke up to my little friend this morning. Am going to cut the inversions this time to see if that's why my normally 3 day friend hung around for like 8 last month.

So I keep doing it wrong at Abbey's school. And her teacher has this way of looking at me that makes me feel very small. I hate that feeling, and I'm not exactly sure why it is that things are so confusing there for me. The first problem was that about 10 minutes prior to the open house Abbey decided that she had to go. It was just long enough to where I didn't think I'd make her try to hold it but where to go? The entrance we were waiting by was locked, the closest other entrance was under construction and had a parent standing there telling everyone not to go that way... So I asked her for directions to the closest bathroom, she takes us all in through the scaffolding and around the barricade to the kindergarten room where I get to barge in on Abbey's new teacher ahead of time. She's flustered and gives me what for for going around the barricade, I try to apologize but really I'm just a little pissed about the whole thing. It shouldn't be so hard to find a toilet at a school. So I think she picked up on my pissiness so she clams up and gives me that look that teacher's always have, that "I'm listening to you but I know I've got you in check-mate" look. So I stop trying to explain. Abbey does her business and we try to go, but then Ella decides that she likes the looks of that toilet and should probably try it out. Finally we escape and head out, but of course we're locked in because I didn't go around the barricade...

So yesterday I go to pick Abbey up. It's raining and Ella fell asleep in the car in the 5 minutes it takes to drive over so I choose to try the car pick up line. I had warned Abbey that I might and I was early so I got the 3rd spot in line and waited. Abbey's class gets to come out first so I can see her looking around for me. I wait for a little bit but then here's where I fuck it all up, I called over to her and she came running but there's a RULE about going between the cars, which of course there is and of course it's not safe for her to do it by herself but god dammit I'm her mama and If I'm standing right here then you teacher people can back the fuck off. You know, how about a map with an arrow on it? In the welcome pack? Here's how you pick the kid up, it wouldn't be hard. Perhaps that'll be my PTA job and I've just realized that PTA stands for Pain in THE ASS.

Getting ready for day 2

So for awhile now I've been waking up early and going to sleep early, like a couple of years. So lately, this past couple of weeks, I've been trying to get up and do yoga before the whole fam-damily is up. Sounds like a great plan in theory and is a great plan in practice except for now all of a sudden I remember what it's like to want to lie in bed and not get up and not have to do whatever it is, that thing that got shook out of me by having small babies... They are not small and now I've remembered how to sleep in. But that's OK, because it's still better to have to get up and do yoga than to have to get up and go work for the railroad.

got some fun stuff at the library, the new laurie berkner CD, which hopefully will include a tour. The BBC's Ballet Shoes, which I totally loved reading when I was a kid, although I should be reading the book but it's the BBC... And the Wizard of Oz which I've been trying to get for Abbey without actually buying it all summer but finally thought to check the damn library. And it's the 2 disc special edition woohoo.

Fun times in Media Land.

First Day of School

Happy first day of school for everybody! We were all quite nervous, including me. Ella went first, we found her cubby and she went right over to play with the dollhouse that she had been shoo-ed away from for all these years so we got away. Then we came home to hang out and wait for Abbey's turn where she decided that it was quite lonely here without Ella to play with. I think it might have been one of the first and only times that the three of us were here without Ella since we've had her, so that was a little kooky. Then it was Abbey's turn so I dropped her and John off and went to get Ella who had a fine time. And Cupcakes. Abbey was done an hour later and also had a fine time so woohoo. Abbey gets to go back today, Ella gets to go again tomorrow. I'm glad to be into the swing of things because now I can figure out what our routine will be.