I am still swimming...mostly afloat...but now we're in up to our shoulders. I doubt I'll go in over my head, but you never can tell. It's actually not the house stuff that's on my mind the most; that's a waiting game and is out of my hands. I just keep packing, and wondering who the hell snuck all this crap into my tiny apartment.
It's the musical at school.
This always happens. They're 4th and 5th graders, so trying to convince them of the passage of time and the speed thereof is not an easy task. UNTIL...the week before the show goes on! NOW they want to rehearse more! NOW they're worried about knowing their lines. NOW they want to know what color t-shirt they need! This is why I drive myself nuts early on. NOW I can say, "Didn't you read that when I sent it home in February?" NOW I can schedule rehearsals as many mornings as I want with nary a whimper from the masses.
NOW it occurs to them that they'll be in public next week, both for their classmates and their parents. Just goes to prove that old saw: if it wasn't for the last minute, nothing would get done.
(Except by the producer/music teacher.)
I probably won't be able to post pictures of the kids for confidentiality reasons, but know that they will be the cutest damn thing you've seen in several years. Two words can sum it all up: Monkey Hats. Use your imaginations.