|Relieved that these faces that I made |
on their photo aren't creepy.
Their hair had
grown in since their
|I just found this pic of |
what the top bunk
looked like when it was
broken. We'd pushed
the mattress part back
into place sort of.
The next day the boys met with the tutor in the morning. Hello, hit the ground running. Have I mentioned that they were over 2 years behind in school? At 8 and 10 years of age last year, they'd been in 1st and 2nd grade in Indiana. Oh, also I realize that I left out that the time we had them here for the unapproved visit in May, I asked the school to let them tour the school. The school was like SORRY NO VISITORS DURING COVID.
I laced up me boxin' gloves.
I was not asking them to walk around for hours and not wear a mask. These weren't mainstream kids moving into the neighborhood who wondered what color their gym was. These kids suffered from anxiety and it was our hope that our wonderful district would show them around briefly so that they'd have a visual and be less freaked out. I ended up calling the superintendent and the school agreed to let the boys have a brief tour just before I drove them back to Debbie.
Note: I had an understanding with the former superintendent. He and I were on the same page. I'd spoken to him when the school stuck Tank in a lunch with no peers because he was in special ed for math, etc. I was not thrilled to have to work my magic on a new guy, but old habits die hard and I got him to see the light.
I digress, back to their first day: I brought the boys to the pool in the afternoon. They were in heaven. The next day, back to the pool and we went to Kohls and bought socks. Turns out I can't handle crap socks and crap shoes that are several sizes to small. We were at the mall by the 3rd day buying new shoes. I stopped in my tracks when I realized the boys weren't behind me anymore. Turns out, they didn't know how to approach the escalator. Goodness.
|Hmm, if only I had |
a colored pencil.
Remember my school supply post? It might make more sense now - I was shopping for these boys too, and the shelves were empty. I was thrilled to find so much stuff in our basement.
A few funny stories I've been DYING to tell you:
1. At the week long, not-spa stay at the hotel, I asked the front desk why my room wasn't getting cleaned. They were like: OH, WELL YOU HAVE TO ASK NOWADAYS TO HAVE IT CLEANED.
Me: OH, OK, WELL WE'RE HERE ALL WEEK, SO PLEASE ADD US TO THE NEED-TO-BE-CLEANED ROOMS.(I was very nice, although that's not coming across here).
We left the room. When I got back there was a note from the cleaning staff. It read: WE CHANGED PILLOWCASES AND WE CLEANED THE SINK AREA (or something to that effect) AND WE PUT YOUR GRANDSONS' TOOTHBRUSHES IN PLASTIC ICE BAGS SO THEY WOUDLN'T GET CLEANING CHEMICALS ON THEM.
I texted a photo of the note to Coach along with: So that's what we look like, or at least that's what I look like, a GRANDMA. What have we done?
|Back in Feb we rearranged|
Lad and Ed's room.
|We bought a mattress for the extra bed.|
THE LADDER TRYING TO GET INTO THE TOP BUNK BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SLEEP WITH LARRY. I WOKE UP WHEN I HEARD THEM ARGUING AND WENT BACK TO MY NEW ROOM. OOPS.
Tank (with a shrug): UM, WELL. I HAVE TO PRACTICE FOR COLLEGE.
Me: NO YOU DON'T NEED TO PRACTICE DRINKING FOR COLLEGE. PRACTICE DOING YOUR OWN LAUNDRY MAYBE.Fortunately the boys found the 'TANK FORGOT WHAT BED HE SLEEPS IN BECAUSE THIS USED TO BE HIS BED' story funny. DCS was not alerted that a brother tried to sleep with one of them. Sheesh. Can you imagine?
That's all I got for this week. Busy baking and cooking for our tailgate at Ed's college. And dealing with a new kid getting dropped off at the daycare, because while all of THIS was happening, nothing will just stand still. As much as I begged it to. More next week. Enjoy your weekend.