Last Day of Preschool

I thought I'd cry.  Get choked up.  Sniffle.  Anything.  But nope, not a tear was shed today.

Except when I drove by a parked SUV with balloons and "Congratulations Grad!...Class of 2011" graffittied all over it.  I realized my daughter will be graduating high school in 3 years.  Three.  Class of 2014.

But back to Rylan.  Preschool Graduation:  2011. 
Highschool Graduation:  2023.

I woke up to his feet kicking my ribs this morning.  I thought we were done with this chapter in life, but evidently he still has bad dreams.  Rylan is adorable when he sleeps, and I cringe to have to wake him up for school because he wakes up like a bear.  There is much "growling", crying, and arguing over what is going to be worn to school.  Today he ordered me to call his teacher because he was convinced he was supposed to wear a graduation gown and cap.  You know what's grumpier than a baby bear?  His mama who hasn't had caffeine yet.  Or food.  grrrrr.

I'm supposed to say how cute my boy was in his graduation, (he was), and how memorable today was, (not really), and since I don't know how to cutesify this morning into words, I'm just going to tell it like it was for a paragraph.  Usually it's amusing to watch little kids perform their little songs, and though they are completely adorable to watch, (for 10 minutes),  Rylan looked a little spaced.  I tried to capture a hand clap, or a thumbs up, or a smile, but it was slim picking in his singing performances.  Tiny people chairs are uncomfortable to sit in...for an hour, and the two little one year old siblings running circles around the class during their song time, (one is standing next to him in this picture), made me want to tackle the parents for not controlling them.  I know I have very large issues, but that was something I seriously had to get off my chest.  That, and preschool rooms make me want to organize and clean something.


Sigh.  My baby just graduated from preschool today, and summer has finally arrived.  Our last first day of Kindergarten is only 3 months away, but the countdown to our beach vacation is only 9 days away.  I might cry about it tommorrow, but for now all I can think about is Destination:  Relaxation.

Much significance

I liked this quote I heard recently:

"What we choose to do in life is insignificant. 
But it's very important that we do it."

A "typical" weekday 9pm evening at the Palacios homestead can usually look like this:  As Chemo arrives home from work,  Kate has finally just put her own feet up on the couch to find something that's not the news on TV.  Aydan and Rylan "untuck" themselves from bed and tackle Chemo.  One daughter decides to eat cereal, while the other daughter is showering.  Bedtime schedules get thrown out the window with the junk mail.  Everyone decides to eat cereal.  Dishes pile up. Kids finally go to bed.  ("someone" is usually still on facebook upstairs).  Then sometime around 10:09, after Divers, Drive-ins, & Dives gets muted for a few precious moments of conversation alone, there's almost always one question that gets asked,  (well two actually):
 "How was your day, and what did you do?"

What did I do today?  hmmm.....sometimes I actually draw a huge blank.  I don't always actually remember.   A few days ago I was asked the same question from the pedicure guy and I had the same "blanked out" moment.  I wonder how he would have responded if I had told him that I had spent the first part of the morning curling my daughters hair for her Greek costume, spent an hour clearing out Chemo's car "space" in the garage of  a bunch of garage sale junk because I decided I really didn't want to have a garage sale after all, went to see my daughter's 6th grade class "world fair" and her display of the country Greece, bought strawberries for my 5 year old that was begging to have a strawberry shake with his turkey sandwich for his lunch, cleaned out all our toilets, and then spent an hour on my firm fanny lifter cranking out squats and lunges.  Instead I just said, "oh well, not much," and went back to flipping through my stack of magazines.

"Not much".  What if my answer truly was, not much?  What would that look like?

Rylan wouldn't have made it to preschool, or had breakfast, and still would have had sand in his shoes.  I wouldn't have dug out the window treatment out of the garbage can full of grass this morning that I ripped out of the window in a rage two days ago.  I also wouldn't have realized that clacker curtain clips are unfixable and wouldn't have wasted 43 minutes of my time trying to hose them off and attach them back on.  But then I also wouldn't have found a $10 sunblocking curtain in Target to replace the clackers I tried to repair hopelessly with duct tape...

...And so then I wouldn't have realized I'm a thrift-decorating genius.  My palm tree would still have 10 dead palms hanging on them.  There would still be a football and a frisbee on the roof.  I would smell because I wouldn't have taken a shower.  My flower pot in the front would still have only 1 live flower growing in it.  I'd still have 2 loads of laundry to do. There would be spit splatter all over my kids bathroom sink.  Rylan would have claws for fingernails because they wouldn't have been clipped.  There would be fingerprints smeared all over the patio door and shoes all over the kitchen.  The vacuum cleaner wire wouldn't have been run over & ripped to shreds because I wouldn't have vacuumed...and so there would still be crumbs everywhere.  Library movies would be overdue.  I wouldn't have gotten two free laundry detergents because I wouldn't have cut the coupons.  The freezer would have been disorganized.  Homework wouldn't have gotten done.  There would be light sabers all over the playroom, and batman toys all over the living room.  The recycling bin wouldn't have been filled or taken out.  There would be dishes piled up.  There wouldn't be a homemade lunch.  Or dinner. And there wouldn't have been kiss" cookies, while there wouldn't be milk in the fridge.

Sometimes it seems like much of my doings in the day don't matter.
It might even be said that much of this stuff is insignificant,
or unoticable if you separated each task individually.

And I don't believe a person's "value" should be weighed on all that they accomplish or do...we all have special gifts and talents.

And in this season I am thankful to be able to contribute, and am thankful I get to be the one to do....
whatever needs doing.

...Porque toda en la vida esta muy significante.  ;)


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