No, I'm Not Dead

An evil virus attacked my computer last Friday.

I have been without it since. Without my emotional crutch creative outlet, I have learned a few things:

1. Watching children's television with my children - and without my laptop - is pretty boring.

2. Going to bed early is not that beneficial when you wake up four or five times every night anyway.

3. I missed you guys. Which doesn't mean that I'll manage to actually catch up on my Reader before I have this baby. . .in November.

4. I wish I was one of those techie people who could fix her own damn computer.

Anyway, the evil virus is gone and my computer is in better shape than it was before. In other news, both Ironflower and Lovebug started preschool this week. Ironflower has moved up to the three mornings a week class with her usual confidence and aplomb. AND she didn't even cry when it was time to leave this year.

But the real surprise has been Lovebug. He's always been clingier and more prone to tantrums. And yet he ran into the classroom without a backward glance. I'm sure it helps a lot that he has the same teacher that Ironflower had last year (and has the other days of the week this year) and that he's been itching to play with those classroom toys for months. But I thought he might get upset when he realized that I would be leaving. Nope. And according to the teacher he's been a great little helper and rule follower in the classroom. I am so proud and amazed. . . . . and wondering what I can do to inspire the same kind of behavior at home.

Ironflower also started dance class this week. As usual, she was friendly to all the other kids and completely comfortable in a new situation. And possibly testing the waters to see how closely she had to follow the teacher's directions. She looks so cute in her dance clothes that I can't stand it.

So now, between the minivan, the daily school run, the speech and dance classes and my ignorance of style, the transformation is complete. I am a suburban mom. Next spring I'll be a suburban soccer mom. Is it horrible that just typing that makes me want to get another tattoo?