Also I've scheduled myself to can a bunch of crushed tomatoes this afternoon, thanks to my parents and their abundance of romas that they are willing to share. And I'm making yogurt as soon as the milk thaws. And I want to try coconut milk yogurt on account of all the paleo that's happening in our lives right now. Also I'm making Quark for Chris' mom, which for those of you who have no idea what it is, much like myself before my German mother-in-law, it's a sort of yogurt-cheese-thing that can be used to make cakes (Quark-Sahne Cake!) or savory dishes.
|First day of kindercamp. Before he left me on the bus |
and I went inside and forced myself not to throw up or
cry, because MY BABY!
As his father told him, "IT'S FOR YOUR MOTHER, CHILD."
And then when it was time for him to leave school I sat on the porch to wait for the bus to drop him off. And then I waited some more. And even more. And 45 minutes after he was let out of kindercamp that is all of FIVE WHOLE MINUTES from our house I started calling the school. But unfortunately I was not unique and I'm assuming that all the other mothers of bus riders had the same hyperventilating worry and the phone was busy the entire 12 times I called.
Oh yes I did.
But he made it home fine, if an hour and ten minutes after camp ended. BUT WHO'S COUNTING?
To compensate for my stress level I took the kids out to McDonalds. I ate a quarter pounder with bacon. At least the bacon was paleo, I guess.
So tonight I will meet Sebastian's teacher and attempt not to cry when I see the room where he will be spending all of his time away from me. I think he's a little nervous, too. We've had some behavior issues, and then this morning he told me he had a bad dream where I drove away from him and the school bus left him and he had to find his own way home.
I told him (again) that he doesn't have to ride the bus, that I will drive him if he'd prefer, but he told me that IT WAS JUST A DREAM, MOM. IT WASN'T REAL.
He's also been letting me kiss him without smacking me in the face, so that's been nice. Although he tells me every time that he doesn't like kisses because they are gross.
So to sum up, I'm batshit crazy on account of all the Hippie Homesteading I'm doing to distract myself from the fact that I'm batshit crazy because my oldest baby is starting kindergarten in two days.
(Let's talk about Kombucha and Kefir next time! Hippies Rule!)