We are back in the throes of school life. Back, arms flailing, struggling for breath, amidst the white sea ponies, the flurry of water, gasping for breath, we're back. Dramatic? Moi? Of course I am.
But that's how it feels. Out of my control, a disconnect because I'm at work - and yet - we're cast back to the frenzy and almost Draconian routine that school life entails.
It makes me sad to my stomach just thinking about it.
So the Doctor started Year Two today, and Tiny, well she's beside herself excited - next week she starts Kindergarten and she can barely contain her excitement. It's beyond cute, and so *almost* contagious. That girl is thrilled to be amidst all the learning. She was a little disappointed not to be starting today.
But it's good news that she's not starting today. Why? Well not just to drag out my sadness and guilt, but because we're a black shoe down.
Last week she got her shoes fitted. This week we can only find one shoe. This is going to be interesting.
Matt and I have both turned her room completely upside down searching for that lone, lurking Mary-Jane - to no avail.
It's no surprise we can't find it. Her room is an overwhelming mess. Piles and piles of clothes, Lego for me to tread on at midnight, and dolls clothes. Not to mention the leaning tower of books. And the pencils tipped out on her bed.
I overheard Tiny proclaim to her cousin during the holidays - when asked why her room was such a mess: "Because I like it that way!"
Let's hope that lone shoe turns up in the next few days. Otherwise she's going to be Hopalong Cassidy meets Tiny the Pegleg.
image - Walk to School 1954 by Willy Ronis
