I had to work late (again) tonight. Although in the grand scheme of working late, this late isn't really all that late. I've experienced late nights of driving home alone at 2 AM on an almost deserted highway, singing to the radio. I can never do that again.
This late means that the girls will already be in bed by the time I arrive home and after I eat dinner, clean up and do what I need to do, there won't be much (if any) time for fun stuff (like sewing or running.) I'll be glad when this project is finished so I can move on with my life.
[I'm also a little stressed out about the girls' dance recital this weekend. I can't really explain exactly why. Maybe the logistics of it all.]
Unfortunately, there's a negative chain reaction to my working late. The girls sometimes try to stay awake until I arrive home, which means that they are missing out on some sleep. Or if they wake up in the middle of the night, they come charging into my room looking for me. Just like Emily did at 4:30 this morning. "Mommy, the doggies were at school today."
I can't blame them though. They just want to share their day with me.
The next morning is chaotic as they try to replay details of events as we all rush around. They compete with each other and make up rules about who is allowed to share what.
Yesterday was their last day of preschool. It ended without much fanfare. There was no graduation or big celebration or party. And there shouldn't have to be. They simply finished their term at one school and will start with a new routine at another in a few short months. But it is a big deal. They are learning and growing. They still can't quite read and I'm not concerned at all. I didn't read until I was 6 and a half years old. I still remember begging my mom to help me sound out words and finally putting it all together.
As the children of two accountants, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that they are more interested in math problems than learning to read. That's what we do when we need to create entertainment - like waiting for meals at a restaurant or driving in the car. "If there are 6 dogs playing outside and 2 of them run home, how many dogs are left?"
I'm going to sign off because the train is almost to my stop.
(Hitting the publish button from home. I lost my wi-fi connection before I could do so on the train.)
Okay, here's the voting button for TBB. I haven't been posting it because I didn't want anyone to think that I was being obnoxious asking for votes all the time. I sort of feel at a disadvantage though because I don't have a sidebar and you can't really see the button all the way at the bottom of the page. I also can't ask for votes on twitter or FB - because it's 1999 where I live. Maybe I'll post it once a week.
I really do appreciate all your support! Most of those other blogs have more readers than I do but I'm still able to stay at or near the top. That says a lot to me.