It's not that I'm feeling uninspired - mostly it's the my days have been PACKED with life these last few weeks. This is a good thing, of course.
Last week, I got an email from the PTA at Barrett, the last school Connor attended. I don't remember getting a single email from them after he passed away. I mean, I know I got many messages and cards from the Barrett Community, but I don't remember getting any all-PTA member-this-is-what's-coming-up emails. At first I was annoyed - reminders are hard. Then it occurred to me that (a) the PTA administration would be horrified if they knew and that (b) a computer cannot know to remove you from a list. I used the unsubscribe function. So far, no additional emails.
The last bandage has come off, and my nose looks a little injured but essentially the same. Tucker said, "Mom, it's a brand new nose!" and smiled at me. I should be happy that he didn't recoil in horror I suppose.
The boys are getting ready for the new school year. I am getting ready for them to be there. Weaning them from screens is going to be difficult, but I shall try.
Off to buy Drew "cool clothes" to wear at school. I am sad but not surprised that he is falling prey to the "cool clothes" pressure. For a boy who spent most of the first two years at preschool in a princess dress, this is a major change.