I start teacher’s college on Monday morning, and yes, I am just about ready to crap my pants.  Better wear brown pants on Monday.

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Anyway, Paulina cries everyday about me leaving her, doesn’t want me to go.  Everyone else seems fine with it, so why is it my eldest child having the separation issues?  I keep explaining that I’m not going to boarding school!  I will be home in the evenings.  But she keeps crying.

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I have bought new dress clothes, new casual clothes, new lunch bag, new laptop, and new lamps..Okay, so I didn’t really need the lamps for school, but I do love them!

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Now the big question?  What to wear on my first day back at university?  Do I dress up?  Do I dress down? I’m thinking down, comfy jeans and tshirt.

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I’m scared.  What if my brain can’t think professional thoughts anymore?  What if I can’t retain any of the copious amounts of information that will be sent my way in the coming months?  I mean seriously, I can go an entire day without completing a coherent sentence, so why will that change now?  It’s been almost 12 years of pregnancy, breastfeeding, babies, toddlers, preschools and kindergarten gates. 

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I’m going to miss my babies first day of full day school.  They start grade 1 in September and it will be their Dad who will be waiting with them to find out which teacher they got, and if they have their friends in their class.  Their Dad.  Not me.

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It’s definitely the end of an era.  My body now completely belongs to me again, and it’s going to take me places that I’ve been wanting to go for a long time, but why do I feel like I’m not ready?  Don’t I always want some time to myself?

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Well, now I’m going to get that time.  And I’m going to make the most of it, and learn how to be a great teacher.  I can’t wait.  But I am scared, and a little sad that my baby days are over.  I guess I extended them longer than the average person, so I should be happy with that.

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My hubby is thrilled to have me that much closer to becoming an employed person again, that’s for sure. He’s been close to doing a happy dance, but I think the fact that they are very few teaching jobs in Ontario helps to keep his dancing shoes still.

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So will be I be the oldest student there?  Will I sit at the front of the class so I can be sure to hear all of the lectures?  Will I be the frosh with a map to direct me to class?  Will I be out partying every night with all my new friends?  Will I be the nerdbomber that everyone hates, as I strain and stretch my hand to answer every question that the prof directs at the class?

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I’ve already begun having a dream that I used to have regularly but haven’t had in years…It’s where I’m late for school and run, run, run to get there and know with certainty that I’m missing an important test, but still can’t get there… I really hope that I don’t start dreaming that when I arrive there, I am NOT wearing my pj’s…  I mean, I don’t sleep in full, kitty print jammies anymore, if you know what I mean! 

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Anyway, four more sleeps ’til I’m back to school! I promise to try to keep you posted!

Check out this site for funny and interesting pics…my son loved this meal idea-me, well, I’d rather vomit.

http://bitsandpieces.us/2010/07/05/turkey-bacon-burger-turtle/

My hubby is Italian.  He loves soccer.  Therefore, he loves the World Cup.

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On Sundays, hubby takes the kids early to his parents for a weekly visit, arriving home normally around noon.  I get the morning to do whatever I want, which is usually writing.

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About 10 minutes ago, my peace and quiet was interrupted by the doorbell ringing over and over again. The gang had arrived home.  I opened the door and they piled in, ran passed me and turned on the tv.  Italy was playing New Zealand and they were tied!  They had driven home while the game was still on, hoping that Italy would have scored again, but they had not.

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Paulina was telling me about how her 74 year old Nonna was yelling at the tv-swearing even.  Apparently she even said the word ‘stupido’!!!!!!.

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So now the tv is on, those annoying horns are buzzing and my boys, hubby included, are planted on the couch, holding their heads.  Hubby looks like he’s about to have a heart attack and I’m just thankful that he didn’t get a speeding ticket on the way home from his parents place.

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I do hope that Italy wins.  But my favourite part of these games is when the players take off their jerseys to show us their buff and sweaty bods.  Mmmhmmmm…..and that sure beats the middle aged fans in the stands that keep appearing on the screen, beer bellies jiggling while they wave their extra large t-shirts around in the air excitedly.

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There is not a beer belly to be seen on that soccer field.  Soccer players are fit.  I love their muscular thighs….their butts…their chests….their abs….I’m sure that some of them even have nice looking faces, but I’ve never actually noticed…

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Don’t tell my husband…if he reads this I’m in trouble.  He might even feel the need to mark his territory.

Tuesday was the first day back to school for the kids this week, as Monday was a holiday in Ontario.

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Of course, the kids were excited about returning to school with the souvenirs they had bought for their friends.

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Gregory asked me if he could bring a shark tooth to school…When Sabrina got wind of that, she wanted to bring a large shell that was found on the beach. . Gregory did not want her to bring anything, as it was his idea and he wanted her to wait until the next day.

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Sabrina, well, HATED that idea.   Since she is absolutely Gregory’s personal dominator, I was inclined to agree with him, that she could wait until the next day to bring her treasure.  I knew she would try to outdo him with the humongo shell.

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She did not take this well, and proceeded to cry such huge, copious tears that I started feeling guilty..Gregory was rather pleased with asserting himself and getting his way and went outside with his older siblings to wait for us, so we could walk to school.

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Sabrina lay dramatically on the stairs, sobbing.

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I put the shell in her bag and told her to make sure her brother went first, and to NOT tell him I gave her the shell.

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She stopped crying.  We walked to school.  I felt guilty all morning.

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After school, Gregory said everyone liked his shark tooth..Sabrina said everyone LOVED her shell and said ‘AHHH’ much louder than they did when Gregory showed his tooth.

A great discussion ensued.

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And I felt guilty.

I forgot to add in my vacation post this one thing…

We spent eight days on vacation.  Each night I showered all of the kids.

5 kids x 8 days =40 showers

40 showers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m thinking I may not shower them now for at least a month…