We moved into a new home in the middle of June. Actually, it is a townhome, so we do share our backyard with another property. We have found it to be very comfortable and cozy and have really been enjoying it.
About one week after moving in, I started to hear something brush across the outer wall of the master bedroom at night. The first night, I looked out the window to see what I could see…nothing. The next few nights, tried looking around outside…nothing (mind you, this was after building up the nerve to even go outside). It sounded like someone was outside running a hard object along the wall. It was a very brief sound, nothing that lasted long.
I heard this noise for weeks and finally brought it up with my husband, who slept through it night after night. Usually, even the slightest noise wakes him, but he told me he has not heard it. He asked that I wake him the next time I hear it so he can check it out. Well, that same night (or I should say morning: 3:00am) I heard it again and this time it was louder and longer. I woke him and he heard it too. Now, neither of us could sleep well at night, knowing that noise would wake us daily.
One morning, about 5:00, it woke both of us and kept going. We got up to check it out. We bravely went out back to see what was happening and there was some creature wallowing and playing in the puddle of water that was created by the condensation from our AC! We flipped out. My husband directed the flashlight on it for a long time and it didn’t even phase this animal. It turned out to be an armadillo!
The next day, I covered the hole with cardboard to see if it dared to move it to get to the hole. Night one came…no noise. Night two…nothing. Night three…we could sleep soundly through the night.
Night four came and…(This has been too long, I’ll blog about that next time)
A courthouse in Atlanta, had been broken into by an intruder that they had a hard time getting rid of. This intruder baffled the minds of many who worked there and wreaked havoc on their offices, leaving behind messes of all sorts. There were federal memos tampered with (but not stolen), footprints of a strange nature and even a half eaten apple left behind in the office of a federal bankruptcy judge. Surely leaving that apple was a slap in the face! The judge, whose office is located on the 14th floor of the courthouse building, had to call others in to help him figure out the perpetrator: a RACCOON.
Yea, a wayward raccoon not only visited his office, but also:
-stole cookies from the 10th floor;
-a sandwich from the 9th floor,
-and a dry pack of soup from the 23rd floor
"Wanted" posters and "Raccoon Crossing" signs were posted until the culprit was apprehended on Monday, August 25, 2008. Word is that he will be transported to a local farm (well, not too local) and sentenced to "life" outside of the courthouse.
I took my 5 year old to school to begin her kindergarten year on Monday. She really enjoys being at school with the big kids, it is so much more exciting for her than pre-school. I guess I am the one having the problem letting go. Wanting to hover around her and make sure she knows to line up when the school bell rings, she knows to stay in line and follow the teacher to class, stuff like that.
Tuesday, I wanted to go ahead and let her go to the playground and put her backpack in line by herself, and I figured I would just watch her from a distance to make sure that everything went ok. She did just what she was supposed to and ran to her first choice on the playground. Well somehow, I got caught hovering over her from afar and she came running over to me. Thinking that she wanted to ask me about something, I walked over to meet her and asked her what was wrong. She said: "What are you doing here, mommy? You are supposed to leave. It's ok to go now." WOW! I guess I just got kicked off of school grounds, by my own daughter!
Well, at least I can go to work knowing that she is happy at school.
Being a parent is a lot of fun. However, I must say that for
those of you who have chosen not to have children, you sure are saving tons of
money. I love blogs like this so that I can vent about things that just don't seem to make any sense.
We had to go shopping for the kids to go back to school and I can’t
believe how much money it takes to buy clothes, shoes, and school supplies for
two little girls to go to school! It is nothing like when my brother and I went school shopping and our
parents filled a buggy full of clothes and felt like they walked out with a
bargain for the year. This is crazy! Sales circulars are carefully planned and
distributed, just to get you in to the store. Once you get there, it is a
totally different scene. The prices were either only good from 6-9 am (no, I am
not an early morning person) or everything they advertised was either sold out
or never there in the first place. Then, they have those “tricky” items that
you pick up, thinking it is the item advertised in the paper, but it is really
twice as expensive, it just looks like the picture.
The back to school supply list is ridiculous too. I’m sorry,
but why should a child going to kindergarten have to bring 3 boxes of tissue, 8
glue sticks, every size known to man of Ziploc bags and a bottle of hand soap to school? Don’t our taxes at least
provide soap for children to wash their hands and tissue to blow their noses?
My 4th grader does not have to bring soap and tissue, she got a
normal list with pencils, markers, paper and folders. So will she not have soap
provided or did my kindergartner essentially provide soap for all of the kids
in the school? Why didn’t my kindergartner need crayons or pencils? Will she
not be writing yet? Are they just going to glue together their Ziploc bags all year? I don’t know about
this. “Wait ‘till they get a load of me” at orientation this year….
Things have changed so much since I was a young girl. We used to be able to come home from school and have mom at home to greet us. A reasonable amount of homework meant that we still had plenty of time to go out and play until it got dark without mom and dad worrying about where we were. On weekends (after breakfast and cartoons), our parents did not see us for hours at a time, yet knew we were ok. As an 8 year old, I could take my 5 year old brother to the neighbors house or to the park or wherever our little feet could take us and we were happy as could be. Mom and dad just knew where to find us if we were needed at home.
Now, I have an 8 year old and 5 year old and there is no way I can let them play outside without checking to be sure they are there every 10 minutes! We really don't know all of the neighbors, so they have to stay nearby. If they want to go to a nearby park, I need to take them and if they go ride bikes, they have to ride where we can see them. They don't want to go out and play all day on weekends because it is way too HOT. We have not resorted to TV and video games as a way to fill up their day yet, they still like to use paper, glue, scissor, markers, crayons, etc. to create their own little projects, but that is getting a little boring to them now.
When I see more and more young children and teenagers go missing in the local news, I am just glad that they are safe at home!