Minor updates

"Our future house" is off the market so unless something horrific happens or shows up on inspection, it will be ours.  We have the code to get into it so I'll be there this friday for the inspection and take a zillion pictures.

Friday is our anniversary.. and oh so fitting that I'd be spending the better part of the day at a home inspection. I mean really- in 10 years we've been through a whole lot of house repairs and remodeling.  But we were talking to a couple in our small group and it took them 10 years to complete their first house and much like us, it was the week we put it on the market because we had to sell it to move. Sheesh. Don't think I could have handled 10 years of that. 5 and I was ready to throw in the trowel into the mud bucket and throw the entire thing at Larry especially every time he said "all we have to do is move this wall"

Other than that, I have very little idea what to get him for our anniversary. I know other people have big parties or re-saying their vows or something.. I'm thinking I'll hit sears or home depot, get him a new chop saw and give myself the night off in the kitchen with some take out pizza or maybe chick fil a.

Yesterday was the first full day of "labs" through the school. Last week they canceled swimming lessons without telling anyone about canceling them. Or rather.. they send an email to people who weren't actually signed up for swim lessons that it was canceled. 

So yesterday was the first cold day here. And yeah, I know cold here is late spring or even summer in New England.. but it is an outdoor pool. And our poor kids were swimming in 60-something degree weather. I think the water was warmer. But it was pretty insane watching the parents in parkas and snow boots sitting pool side watching their kids in swim suits, not looking terribly cold.
(But please someone tell me why they wear boots designed for snow somewhere it never snows. I've seen them worn in summer even. Weird fashion sense here. I blame our proximity to Hollywood. And yes, when the weather hits somewhere in the 60's you'll see people dressed like Eskimos)

Then it was get them dressed in dry clothes, feed them lunch in the car on our way to Karate, change them into Karate uniforms (since they had run out last week, we had to wait til this week to get them). At which point I realize my son still didn't understand what 'pack sweatpants' means since he packed jeans. Jeans for gymnastics. So I race home, realize partway there that I was going to run out of gas because the thing had been beeping at me since yesterday and I'd been in too much of a hurry in the am to get gas on the way to swim. Of course there is zero gas stations on the route I take between karate and home.. go 2 miles out of our way to get to a gas station..Race back and get there just in time to see the end of class and get the kids changed into sweats for Joey and Leotard for Sonia and back to the Ymca for gymnastics.

Since parents aren't welcome in the room and JM and Kayla are pretty much done being patient waiting about 1/2 way through the first class of the day.. we went outside ran around (or they did, I brought a book) and went in to get them at the end of class.

Now at this point, I was exhausted. I know I wasn't the one swimming, doing Karate, or gymnastics, nor was I the one playing the throw-sticks at each other and run like lunatics game.
Got home in time to make dinner and desert to bring to small group feed the kids, greet babysitter and run out to small group as Larry walked in the door.

I question my sanity.

However.. after this am, I'm thinking I'll skip this school orchestrated chaos (really- 45 5-7 year old kids who aren't used to listening to adults in a classroom setting...it's sheer pandemonium with the mom of the kid of the minute yelling their kid's name. So it's almost like listening to a bidding war..

Sensei says "ok, we're going to [fill in the blank]"
(at this point, I imagine the auction begins- 'so who really thinks their kid needs to learn respect that karate is said to teach?)
Mom a yells "grayson!!" 
Mom b yells "caleb!!"
Mom c yells "Nick!"
Mom d yells "Tommy!"
Mom a is yelling "grayson" again
mom e calls "Hayden"
Mom b is calling "CALEB!!"
and it goes on for an hour.
(If your kid is in the class with my kids and I used your kid's name, and you're reading this blog somehow, please don't be offended.)

Believe it or not.. Sonia is not in the top 20% or worst behaved kids. She makes top 25% for kids spinning in a circle on their square instead of paying attention, but she at least stays on her square and doesn't "karate" the kid next to them, run around or away..climb to the top of the tower thing they're supposed to kick..

So right now I'll try sticking it out until it ends for winter break in December. Maybe by then we'll be moved and enrolling in public school. Or I'll research options that the school didn't have anything to do with. And an indoor pool.