shirt, shoes, sunglasses ~ Target
jeans ~ Goodwill, thrifted
The kids' first day of school was yesterday. For some reason, I woke up at 2:00 AM for the day on
Monday. I woke up and started worrying that I hadn't planned everything out for them. What if they didn't have the right forms signed? What if Eva didn't remember to put her pencil box in her backpack? All the stuff that probably doesn't matter in the long run, but that for some reason, kept me up the remainder of the night. At 5:00 I went for a run, hoping to clear my mind, and then sat down to write Henry's teacher a letter per her request.
She wanted us to write about our kids...their likes and dislikes, what we wish for them this year, what she should look out for. I started writing, and before I knew it, I had written almost two pages of information about Henry. And I was tired, man was I tired, which is why when I tried to write, "We really hope Henry has a great school year", I actually wrote "shcool year". In pen. After already writing two pages. And I was too tired to start over. So I crossed it out, like crazily crossed it out, like scribbled over it until I almost ripped the paper. Because I didn't want Henry's teacher to judge Henry just because on four hours of sleep his mom doesn't know how to spell school.