{"id":146,"date":"2005-08-22T09:13:34","date_gmt":"2005-08-22T13:13:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikatusmuse.wordpress.com\/2005\/08\/22\/familiar-yet-unfamiliar"},"modified":"2013-09-12T00:27:22","modified_gmt":"2013-09-12T04:27:22","slug":"familiar-yet-unfamiliar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tikatu.com\/musemoves\/2005\/08\/22\/familiar-yet-unfamiliar\/","title":{"rendered":"Familiar, yet unfamiliar"},"content":{"rendered":"
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School started today. The kids were up bright and early, and were ready, dressed, with breakfast eaten, lunches made, bright eyed and bushy tailed… by 7 a.m. I couldn’t take Boy #2 to school until 7:30, so we waited around (I checked my email and reviews) and at the dot of 7:30, he was out the door.<\/span><\/div>\n
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So I took them to school. Dropping Boy #2 of was fine (other than idiots parking in the car line). He got off at his school every day. Very familiar. <\/span><\/div>\n
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Then on to the middle school. Familiar route, familiar going around the block to the drop off point. But… here’s where it got weird. The wrong child got out!<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
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Not really; it was Boy #1, who was supposed to be there. But all year long last year, it was his sister<\/em> that got out and passed in front of the car. To stop and have him<\/em> get out instead of her really struck me as strange… my familiar routine had suddenly become unfamiliar. It was like I did a double take on life as it shifted around me.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Then, off to the high school.\u00a0Yes, this was new and unfamiliar, but because it was<\/em> new and unfamiliar I didn’t have the same sense of my world being rocked like I had at the middle school. The Girl fussed about being three minutes early and though she told me that all t-shirts were supposed to be tucked in (and she tucked in hers, as ludicrous as I thought it looked) not one other student had theirs tucked in. I just shake my head at her sometimes. I told her that if she wanted to be on time instead of early she’d have to take it up with littlest brother; he was the one who wanted out and off to school so early this morning.<\/span><\/div>\n
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So there are adjusments to be made in the following days. Hubby did catch the bus this morning, for which I was thankful, though even if he didn’t we would have had plenty of time to get him to work and the kids to school. I stopped by Chick-Fil-A for a couple of sausage breakfast burritos and a cup of their much improved coffee. Wish I had called Dragonlady to have breakfast with me; I’ve lost touch with her and now we’ve got kids in the same school again. Maybe later this week, a bit closer to pay day.<\/span><\/div>\n
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The White Winds<\/em> 10 went up last night as did Overtures 2.<\/em> Found out that ff.net doesn’t allow quotation marks in their summaries or chapter titles. I might see if I can fudge it and use two apostrophes, that would suffice.<\/span><\/div>\n
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But today I enjoy an empty house and get some work done around here, particularly in the area of folding clothes!<\/span><\/div>\n
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School started today. The kids were up bright and early, and were ready, dressed, with breakfast eaten, lunches made, bright eyed and bushy tailed… by 7 a.m. I couldn’t take Boy #2 to school until 7:30, so we waited around (I checked my email and reviews) and at the dot of 7:30, he was out the door. \u00a0 So I took them to school. Dropping Boy #2 of was fine (other than idiots parking in the car line). He got…<\/p>\n

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