Kickin' it old school

Check out this fantastic set of lockers I scored off craigslist for our office and art room.

It was dirt cheap and solved a ton of storage issues. I have compartments for all of my office things and individual nooks for all of Girlie's craft supplies. She has a place to hang her backpack, and somewhere to keep her Girl Scout stuff between meetings. Best of all, I can put locks in on the sections that I need to keep Little Guy out of.

And when Hubs asks me where the business sized envelopes are? I'm all, behind door number seven baby.

He usually waits until I turn around before rolling his eyes.

Not so sharp

I attended a Parent Teacher Group meeting at Girlie's school last night. The group is made up of a shockingly small, but dedicated set of mothers and teachers. When I pulled into the parking lot and noticed how few cars were there, I thought I might have gotten the date wrong or shown up too early. Or too late, like I did on curriculum night. But that's another story.

Hubs and I made the decision to put Girlie in public school when we moved to Phoenix. In Georgia, we had her in a fantastic private school, but we practically had to sell non essential organs to pay for it. Since the school system here has an open enrollment policy, we were able to hand pick her elementary school and I feel like we made the right choice. This year there have been so many budget cuts that the school has to be really creative with money. The PTG plays a big role in getting extras for the school, so I figured that I should volunteer.

The meeting went fairly well until it digressed into a 15 minute debate over an industrial pencil sharpener. Both sides had good points, (pun intended) but for some reason they felt the need to repeat themselves, as though saying the same thing multiple times would suddenly change things. After a few minutes of it, I stole a glance at my girlfriend who wasn't making eye contact because she was busy trying to check her watch. Finally, the group moved on and I managed to sign up to help with a few things.



Unfortunately, the sharpener discussion needs more research and will be brought up at the next meeting.

We'll take it year by year, but for now I still feel like we made the right choice to go with public school. Still, last night I really missed the pretentious privilege of private school, where someone would have whipped out a checkbook and scribbled out a personal check for ten industrial sharpeners, just to end the discussion.

School days

Girlie started the second grade and I can already tell it is going to be a fantastic year. She got a great teacher, her best friend is in her class, and it looks like they have tons of great things lined up, including a family camping trip at the end of September. I have worked out a carpool agreement with a friend so I am taking her every morning, and my friend is picking her up. Not only do I get to avoid the afternoon heat, I also don't have to pry Little Guy out of his nap to get there on time.

Next week, Little Guy will be starting a half day program two days a week. We went to the orientation this week and he seemed like such a big little person as he explored the room. I know there will be some tears when I actually leave him there, but I think he'll enjoy the activities.

At some point in the very near future, I will be in my house alone. I plan to throw on some heels and apron, channeling my inner housewife. Isn't that really what we all picture staying at home to be like? Baking cookies, chatting with girlfriends on the phone, feather duster in hand, nary a child in sight...

Anyone want to come over for a champagne toast?