Tomorrow is the official start of school for Bay and the unofficial start for Callan. Tomorrow Callan goes to "camp" so that all the teachers can size the kids up and see how they interact with each other, who is going to have trouble with going to school, who is going to be a "wild-man" and who the shy ones are. Wednesday he goes for his testing and he will go two full days next week. THE FOLLOWING week will be his official start.
I honestly thought I was doing fine with it, I mean... I have survived it once, I can do it again, right? I do not know, maybe not. My stomach is in knots and I had to have Brent take me home from church this morning because of my stomach issues. Really, I think it might be God getting a good kick out me by making everyone who encounters me with my tummy issue at church thinking I got "knocked-up" again. Because YOU KNOW if you are in the child bearing years and you get a little queasy, then SOMEBODY is gonna ask, and a few somebody's are going to ask other people if they have heard you are.
ANYWAY, I am sick. Like can't eat, can't really sleep, must stay busy, can't think about it spending lots of time in the potty room kind of sick. And God created my tummy to show my emotions like no other. I can't go into the whole-I'm sending my 5 year old to school right now... it will send me to the bathroom again. Perhaps I will save it for the official start when I have warmed up to the idea a bit. You might find me at Target tomorrow around 10 AM with a little boo-hoo on. But don't ask... or you will get the full out ugly cry.












