errrr

Tired.
Stressed.

N starts first grade tomorrow. Poor MWH has to run to the store for me to buy bread. We have some bread, but it's "old" in my opinion. I don't want N's first-day-of-first-grade-PB-sandwich to be on old bread. (Yea, we'll go with irrational on that one. It's okay. I'm good with the label in this case. I deserve it. He's indulging me and going to the store. What a guy!)

I think I'm more freaked about first grade than Kindergarten. Or not more freaked, but very freaked. It's ALL day. They prepared us more for kindergarten. We met all the teachers. They made us feel welcome. For first grade, I don't even know all the rules about drop-offs and pick-ups.

We didn't get the teacher we wanted. N was disappointed. (I was too.) You can find out who the teacher will be the night before school starts which is nice. Then you don't have to be sad on the morning of the first day. (You can be sad the night before.) I didn't see many names in the first grade class list that I recognized either. Just one girl and one boy. I guess when you have 120 kids and you divide them up into 5 classes you aren't going to have very many you had the first year. Sigh. N is a little sad.

N doesn't have a "best friend" at school yet. I hope she makes some new ones she likes. She loves her sisters. They are all best friends right now and LOVE to play. They call each other best friends. It's very cute.

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Dad gets his echocardiogram tomorrow. Then he also gets a trip to another specialist on Monday. We'll know more after tomorrow. I sure hope he doesn't have congestive heart failure. Good thoughts for him please. He continues to be difficult regarding taking his medicine. It's probably because it's the only place where he sees that he still has some control in his life.

Sigh.

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MWH's Mom had her surgery and we'll know more when the lab reports come back. It's nice to know that she came through surgery fine, but still, we wait.

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We have another trip to take. A fun trip. To N3nny's wedding. However, I just don't want to deal with packing. I'm tired. Here's an example of how tired and stressed a friend and I are. I was in P's office today. We were trying to divide 22,000 by 110. We rounded down to 100 because we just needed a rough estimate and we still couldn't do the math. We dug out the calculator. We got our answer of 220. Then I said, "Divide it by 10." She did with the calculator. Then we were both VERY EMBARRASSED and we swore we'd never tell a soul about our ineptitude. Then we laughed and I said I'd blog it. Heh.

My friend PS has stress in her life too. She has to make a decision about genetic testing. She is at higher risk for breast cancer because of her heritage and familial incidence. She's trying to make her decision now. Someday (not today) I have to think about that testing. I really want the data, to know what my genes are. My friend wants the data but is worried about the potential denial of services by insurance companies if she has the test and is found to have the genes that increase the likelihood of cancer. I know I don't have that many readers, but does any one have experience with BRCA testing? If so, are you worried about insurance in the future? I am very interested in the testing because I have two second degree relatives on the same side of the family (my father's) one who had ovarian cancer and one who had breast cancer.

Sigh.

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I'll tell you about 24 soon. I am making another change to my eating habits. Aren't you excited?

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My class hasn't started yet, but I am emailing students and posting stuff in the online system. It's crazy how much time it all takes. (I do like it though.)