Oh it was a hard week! I’m sure Hansie was right that things will work out but it may take a while. Monday through Friday were spent in full sprint getting everyone off to school, lessons and practices on time. Everyone had a great first day except Xander who threw up on the way home from school. Poor little guy. He had to stay home the second day and couldn’t keep anything down. Tuesday night we had tickets to the Josh Groban concert with the Renfros. Although it had sounded like a great idea back in April when we bought the tickets it didn’t sound great on Tuesday night. Xander had just thrown up on the kitchen flloor yet again, I had dozens of school forms and permission slips to fill out, dinner wasn’t ready and I was drenched in sweat from working all day long. We decided to scalp our tickets and pocket the cash– we’ve paid thousands of dollars for school fees and supplies the last few weeks and could really use the money.
We were too late to sell our tickets for more than a few $$ so we just went in. Within minutes we met two sets of friends who had also attempted and failed to sell their tickets. The first week of school is just too crazy to plan anything else. But we had a great time with our friends and it was a spectacular concert. Ultimately, we are not concert people. We would rather download the songs and listen to them at home or while running. So next time we will save our money.
Wednesday I took Gabriel in for his kindergarten assessment. He is going to a charter school this year rather than the private kindergarten we took the other boys too. I feel a little badly about it becuase if we hadn’t bought the boat we would easily have been able to pay the 5K tuition. But family togetherness is important and the charter school has a fantastic curriculum. Gabriel’s teacher is a darling blonde 5’0″ 90 pound, 24 year old dynamo that is incredibly enthusiastic. Gabriel did pretty well on his assessment but he can’t read as well as I thought he could(I guess he has all our books memorized) and when she asked him to think if a word that rhymes with “cat” he said “hair.” hmmmm. That was a proud moment. It was funny to watch Gabe as he warmed up to Miss Emily. She gave him a pile of shapes to sort and instead of simply putting them in piles he made a monster out of the triangles, a marshmallow man out of the circles and a robot out of the squares. His creatures were all talking to each other until Miss Emily had to break up the fun and test him on more skills. The assessment took a full hour and I was pleasantly surprised that Miss Emily found Gabriel to be extremely bright and very advanced in his skills. Cat and hair? Who knew?
Stefan started cross-country at Wasatch and likes it. He has no choice so he is smart to be happy about it. Ben has amazing amounts of homework already but he finds his classes interesting and likes his teachers. He especially likes AP History and has been able to tell Erik and I a few things we didn’t know.
Thursday Hans called me from the school in tears. “I neeeeed one more form filled out mom. Please bring it over, please bring it now.” I had filled out so many forms that when I came to this particular form I simply tossed it on the recycling bin– how many times does the school need to know my name, address, phone #, doctor etc.? After filling out masses of those forms, at least 10 per child, I’ve started to put: mother’s occupation– slave, emergency contact– 911.
Out of mercy to Hans I dug the one last form out of the recycling bin and took it to the school. In his classroom was a big stack of these special red forms with a big note on top–“NO LEHNARDT!” The teacher looked up a bit apologetically and said,”If he were knocked unconcious and no one was around who knew him this could really be useful!” I think they would still be able to call 911.
I had just taken Ben to his piano lesson Thursday and was off to pick up Stefan from cross country when I realized I had forgotten, completely forgotten the jr. high carpool. I started calling mothers to apologize and one mother was not very nice. I had just pulled up to the post office and had to take my packages in even though I had tears streaming down my face. I buy most of my postage online so I usually just drop packages off but I had to stand in line for a few problem packages. I saw a neighbor just as I came to the front of the line and seeing my tear streaked face she put her arm around me and asked what was wrong. I completely fell apart– blathering, bawling and trying to explain the whole missed carpool, 5 schools, everyone hates me, how am I going to do it all story. All the employees and half the patrons in the post office got involved, offering advice, sympathy and assuring me that it would eventually be all right. It was classic– going postal at the post office. But my those people were nice. 🙂
By Saturday I was so exhausted that our plans of going swimming or to Oktoberfest seemed ridiculous. So we did our chores, ran the 8-mile canyon loop and the boys spent the afternoon playing in the yard while I read an entire book. It felt so good to just be lazy. In the evening we went up Big Cottonwood Canyon with two other families. It was a perfect evening.
Today at church I was not all that thrilled to be there. Fasting is so hard for me; I fel dizzy the whole time. But Celia taught an amazing lesson in Relief Society today. The lesson was on the temple and she had called several women to share experiences. These weren’t just mamby, pamby stories. One woman spoke of the anger she had toward her son when he abandoned his baby in her care and the healing power she found in the temple. Julie Sorenson talked of the peace the temple has brought her since Kent died 5 months ago and the joy of seeing their son married in the temple 10 days before he died. Celia talked of literally running to the temple when she was in the middle of her divorce. I started crying on the first speaker and was scrambling through my church bag for a scrap, anything to dry my tears when Julie spoke(happily I had a paper towel). But at the end Celia gave two quotes from President Hinckley. The first spoke of how every time we go to the templewe emerge a better person. The second expressed that no matter how busy our lives may be things will be better if we make the time to go to the temple. This one got me sobbing– I need to be more patient, I need the peace that the temple brings but I do not have one solitary second during the week that I could get there. A few women spoke of how easy it is and how lazy we are if we don’t go. I wanted to yell aloud–“It isn’t easy at my house sister!” A few weeks ago I really thought I would be able to get to the temple more this fall but now I just live in fear of what carpool, which lesson, which child will I forget next. Somehow things have to ease up, they have to get better.