Robben, I Have A Feeling We're Not In Kansas Anymore

Welcome Home...

The first words uttered to me by any of my children: "Marianne? We missed the bus." Off to a great start.

And here is the litany of other trials throughout the day:

**The house was a WRECK!!! I don't blame Todd, as he was busy doing my job(s) as well as his. In his words, he was in a permanent state of being on his way to do something else. He literally took his shoes off and fell into bed every day when he got home. But the kids, they are a different story. They had the time, they just didn't have the accountability, so they didn't bother to do ANY of their chores. There were dirty dishes in the sink AND in the cabinets! It took upwards of 2 hours to get the kitchen in any condition to be cooked in... so we had a very late dinner.

**When they were instructed to do their chores properly, with additional chores to get the house back in shape, some of them (they will remain nameless) dragged their feet and needed to be told repeatedly to get back on track. It took me yelling, grounding, and sending them to bed early to get the basics done.

**Fighting girls. Enough said.

**Elissa presented me with the dreaded manila envelope... the survey from the school. One for each kid. At least I'll only have to do 2 of them this year, rather than the 4 I've had to do in the past.

**Unpacking, doing laundry, and general re-entry activities.

Now I understand why the Wicked Witch wanted those stinkin' ruby slippers. I wish I had a pair of my own to magick me back to Kansas.