Still standing . . .

It's 6 pm.  I'm still standing.  Still going.  MOTH is making dinner.  Bless his tiny little heart.  I'm blogging.  And checking email.  And posting a link.  And taking a facebook minute.  Defined:  a facebook minute turns into a few extra minutes to spy on what other people are doing.  I'm honest.

This is how my day started:

I got up early to run.  And clear my mind before a projected day from hell.  There's a big hill that leads into the neighborhood that rises straight up off the middle school football field and track.  I climb it at the end of my runs.  It makes my butt burn.  But there is also a hawk that patrols that open field and I love to spot him in flight or in a swooping dive.  Love to see that hawk.    This morning, I climbed the hill right as the sun was rising.  It was gorgeous.    Note to self:  I must buy some pepper spray.

Home.  Got the kids up.  Got everyone off to school.  Side note:  I must blog about getting four kids to three different schools all within 25 minutes.  Seriously.  I remember when my biggest worry was whether to wake the baby to go grocery shopping.  It's a logistical nightmare.  And the weather is still nice.  Add snow, ice and bitchy mothers to the parking lots and it's gonna be hell on a stick.

Pancakes.  Syrup.  Peanut butter.  Lunches.  Backpacks.  Bye-bye.  And I went to school.    In all honesty, I wanted to drop in on the class that I blogged about not long ago.  I've been agonizing over this decision for days.  So, today, while I watched the sun rise, the feeling I'd been waiting for washed over me.  Relief.  At the thought of pulling her out of the whole program.    So, I went to observe thinking it would either be the teacher's day of redemption or the last nail in the coffin.   And I left the class fuming and near tears ON BEHALF of the kids in the class.     Had I not been building a solar system bulletin board to fill my time, I would not have made it to my scheduled meeting time with the prinicipal.   Seriously.

And . . . it's done.  She's out.  I'm relieved.    Not just out of math.  Out of the whole GT program.  My decision.  For her.  I feel good.  I'm a wee-bit worried that she won't be challenged enough, but I'm willing to trade that for confidence and a firm foundation . . . for sure.

Only one more agonizing decision left to make.  I'll talk to my brother tonight and push for an answer.  It's the question of taking our elderly dad to DC for a medal ceremony.  It's a dangerous trip.  It's a long trip.   One more agonizing decision to make.  One more agonizing decision to make.

Ooh, ooh . . but I have to blog this:   Today, at 4:15, my children had their annual appointments for flu shots.  Ouch.  Well, Little has asthma, so while he has to get a shot, the others CAN get mist.  Except that I don't think that's fair.  So, I ask the MA to line up the shots.  Everyone gets a shot.  In support of Little.  Today, they were SO big!!  Four flu shots (five with mine) . . . NO TEARS!!  Can you friggin' believe it?  No tears.  Even Mimi just grimaced and said, "ouch, ouch, ouch".  She was just about to lose her marbles when I picked her up and spun her around and did the ice cream dance.

Yes, I absolutely took them to Baskin Robbins for mint chocolate chip right before dinner.  Absolutely.   And that buttons up a beautiful day, in my book.  Start with grace and end with peace.  As in, a great piece of dessert :)