In what can only be called a back-to-school miracle, I am blogging twice this week. I'm still not sure if you should get used to this or not.
So this was Arthur's first day of preschool. He is obviously projecting an enviable level of confidence, and I think it served him well. He came home every day sweaty, covered in paint, and exhausted. Not just regular exhausted either. One day, I had to wake him from his nap because it was almost dinner time. After I had opened the curtains and spoken to him several times, he rolled over, looked me dead in the eye, and said, "I did not call you yet." Yesterday, just to make sure I understood, he told me that he was going to sleep until dinner time and then all night and then all the next day too. Translation: don't you dare wake me.
I know how he feels. Somehow preschool is exhausting to me too, and I'm not even going. I find myself completely done for the day by 8 pm, unable to even carry on a conversation. This morning, when I reminded Arthur that there is no school today, he announced that he would like to stay in his pajamas at home, all day. And I thought, "You read my mind, kid."
While Arthur has been busy learning Spanish and painting, I have worked my outstanding order list down to a very manageable size. I've also been posting the new flannel scarves in the shop, sorting through the hundreds of pictures from our photo shoot last weekend. There are some really awesome ones, and also some absolutely hilarious ones. I will be doing a blog post with some of the outtakes next week- they're just too funny not to share.
We're looking forward to a very low-key weekend here. A few errands, a few chores. Hopefully lots of time at home. I'm making Polenta Skillet Eggs with Chorizo for dinner tonight and I've stashed some surprise ice cream treats in the freezer. Mainly, I just want to celebrate that we made it through the week and regain enough stamina to do it all over again. Isn't that what weekends are for?