I don’t feel crazed yet - everything feels well mapped out and under control - but I did take a bit of a knock down of enthusiasm when two people tried fighting with me over my policies (and it’s the same argument I have several times a year, and it drives me absolutely bonkers), and it reminded me of how gnarly things are about to get, as it’s the final month and all the chaotic people start coming out of the woodwork with their multitudinous problems and issues that I have to somehow magically fix (usually by bending the rules). Sigh. It’s not pleasant, but here is where I start earning the money.
It’s the boys’ penultimate week of rec center camp. According to Theo, there are no other kids their age there - the closest kid to his age is nine, and this week I noticed on the sign-in sheet that Bobby was the only CIT. I had been hoping we could push this camp for at least a couple more years, but now I’m wondering if they’re going to tell me next year that they don’t want to go anymore. Again, this is a problem for another time. But it’s obvious this particular camp is skewed towards little kids - most are in the 5-7 ballpark - so I don’t know how much appeal it’ll continue to have, honestly. At the moment they’re not complaining about it - I think on some level they like being out of the house doing activities rather than being glued to screens indoors all day - and I don’t ask their opinion on it. Grateful to have this inexpensive resource, for now.
I’ve been in “tackle your demons” mode lately, so decided to address head-on the issue of my painful toe and how I end up limping through all my singing gigs (this is a lot more apparent now as I’m singing more often than usual). I had a sad moment where I realized I just can’t wear any of my shoes anymore. The combination of even the slightest heel and a tight toe box leave me in excruciating pain; but finding wide enough shoes that still look somewhat dressy and vintage that aren’t Mary Janes seems like a unicorn. After extensive research I actually found at least one pair that works - I’ve ordered three online, returned one, and am waiting on one more. I’m glad I have one pair to bring to NYC. I hope the other pair arrives in time and is workable. I need these for my event, too. No more screwing around, I need to fix this problem, pronto. I’ll save my actual heels for when I get a cortisone shot and can live pain-free for a few weeks each year.
So soon we’ll be in school mode; it’ll be the last year that Theo will have one teacher, and I’ll be scrambling to see who he got and who’s in his class. I keep checking both their school sites for supply lists but there aren’t any yet; I may end up just sending them in with some notebooks and pens and pencils and see if that’s good enough. Thankfully we have so many leftovers from previous years that I may not have to actually buy anything. I’m going to have an eighth grader. Crazy!
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