Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The end is nigh ... and the beginning is right around the corner

I am a creature of habit. Every morning at Chez Planet has a certain rhythm to it, and I like it that way.

My alarm goes off at 6:35 a.m. -- unless it's a gym day. Then it's 6. (And you can shoot me now.)

Why 6:35 and not 6:30? *sigh* I don't know. It just IS, ok?

First things first, you know. I grab the laptop and check my mail, seeing how many love notes I have been sent from my many several readers. (Love you guys ...)

And then it really begins.

I poke my head out of my bedroom door, and within seconds of the first creak of the hinges, I am greeted by two rat dogs.

This is a relatively new thing. Usually they can't be bothered with me (and I with them, frankly).

But ever since rat dog no. 1's close encounter with snail bait, she has been on medication (to be given on an empty stomach ... wtf?? This is a DOG!) and I have been cleverly hiding it in a piece of CHEESE.

And because we're all about sibling rivalry here, rat dog no. 2 ALSO must get a piece of cheese (sans pill).

Guess why they greet me at the door?

In fact, the other day, when Wonderhubby was the first out, they came running -- and when they saw it was HIM and not ME, they turned tail and skittered back to their warm bed with the Roo-girl.

He laughs. I moan.

But anyway ...

When the cheese has been administered, I head back up the stairs to act as Roo's human alarm clock.

Yes, she is going to be 14. Yes, I am an enabler. Whatevs. I enjoy the brief moment of physical contact as I gently shake her awake.

THEN is the best part. I go BACK to bed and snuggle up with my laptop, where I read blogs, instant message with friends, catch up on my Scrabulous games, check out the umpty-thirty OTHER word games that Blue Momma or AFF have started with me, and generally be a slug until I realize OMIGOD, I'm going to be late and I rush to take a shower and get ready to take the child to school by 9 a.m.

One of the traditions of this morning ritual is the appearance of a sleepy Roo-girl, asking what the weather is going to be. I dutifully type *our city weather* into Dr. Google, meteorologist, and read off the answer.

This tradition has undergone a brief change in the last couple weeks. Now she comes in, finds my iPhone, punches the icon for weather and does it herself.

Ah, self-sufficiency. Ah, technology. Ah, shucks!

Then there is the "will you iron the cuffs of my Abercrombie shorts that I got at the children's consigment shop and have issues with not folding right?"

Or "will you braid my hair?"

Now, if you have made it this far through this post, you are surely asking: Who cares?

Maybe no one. Maybe just me.

But some slight variation of this routine has been going on for three years.

Today, I will wake Roo-girl up for middle school for the final time. When summer school starts next week, she will have to be at school at 7:30 a.m.

For high school.

I'm mood-swinging back and forth from an incredible high to an incredible funk.

She has been absolutely a shining star academically for the last three years. Her higher-than-3.5 GPA got her a Presidential Academic Award, as well as recognition for her achievements in pre-algebra at the awards breakfast on Monday.


Awards breakfast????

I have never had a child like this in my home. My boys are freaky-scary brilliant, but each of them had their mind-boggling reasons for why they underachieved. The Roo-girl? Probably not freaky-scary brilliant, but bright and a HARD worker.

I have never had a child on the honor roll until Roo. I have never been to an awards breakfast until Roo. I have never been so proud of anyone in my life.

And so scared.

After today, I am going to have to change my description on my sidebar. I'm no longer "all about middle school (yuck)" ... I think I'm "all about high school (oh noooo!)"

And my morning routine, so carefully crafted over the past three years, will be shot to shit.

You can think of me at 5 p.m. this afternoon. I will be sitting on the middle school field, with my husband, my other children and my parents, watching as my youngest babychild receives a diploma stating she has fulfilled the requirements of her K-through-8 years.

I'll be the one who is crying -- and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

16 comments:

Rachael said...

Wow. Congratulations Roo! Really becoming a grown up. I would be the one crying too... well, just wait a couple of years and I will be.

ThatGirl said...

she looks quite confident and ready for it. I have a daughter a lot like Roo and it is terrifying.

HRH said...

I am so happy and sad for you all at the same time. I love routine as well and am always disappointed when a regular activity gets dropped off the schedule. NO iPhone! Don't tell her the weather!

Congrats and that is so really cool.

PS--you are still on the blogroll (#25, but still hanging in there)

nikki said...

You go Roo-Girl!!!

And I thought kindergarten was going to be hard.

Jenni said...

Congratulations Roo! You too Mom!

Why summer school? Around here that is only a remedial thing. Does she get to get a jump on high school classes? Is she taking (GASP!) Driver's Ed?

What is it with freaky scary brilliant boys being underachievers anyway? I've known quite a few of those and now I have one as well.

Marmarbug said...

CONGRATS to Roo girl!!!!
She'll do fabulous in high school!

robinellablog said...

*sigh* about your Roo-Girl. I'll cry for you too.

About enabling: I let my baby wear pullups until he was over 4 yrs! THAT's enabling.

About cheese: You sound like my mom. When she needs the dogs to do anything, she yells "CHEESE" and they come running -no.matter.what! Now my kids yell cheese when we visit.

Kaytabug said...

WHY?! Why do you always make me cry? Okay so I only teared up but still!!
Congrats to Roo and you too!!

Okay so I want to know why summer school too.

I'll be thinking about you!!

the planet of janet said...

ok, here's the explanation for summer school:

most of the incoming freshmen at her school go to summer school ... and for the most part, they take the history/geography/health combination that is required of 9th graders. this gives them an extra slot for an elective and reduces the load.

in roo's case, my goal was to give her the extra time for cheer, which will be a major time suck. so she has english, algebra, french (no i couldn't talk her into spanish. she dug in her heels!), cheer (for phys ed), clothes (she wants to be a fashion designer, thus sewing is a benefit!) and photography.

the lack of the history requirement is, as you can see, a plus!

Sandy C. said...

Awww, congratulations to Roo!! That is wonderful :)

LOL! I couldn't help but giggle that you also check your laptop first thing in the morning ;)

Catwoman said...

What a fantastic daughter you have! Congrats to her and to you for your contributions to her success (because you know you had something to do with it!)

Anglophile Football Fanatic said...

I know you can handle it. And, if not, I promise the boys will still still act like they are in middle school. And, if they choose to grow up? At least I will. :)

And, you need to go out and have a few drinks.

Laurie of the Seven Stories said...

Best of luck Janet! Enjoy the day, and we can commiserate in the fall, when my baby (oldest) starts high school (me gasping and choking).

That Chick Over There said...

Oh she's such a pretty girl! :)

DIXIECHICK said...

Congratulations to that pretty Roogirl...wow, a high school Freshman....you have done a good job with her Mom!

Janet said...

Congrats to you and the Roo-Girl. (You might just mention in passing that I took French in high school, college, and grad school. I found it useful for reading things like Les Miserables and Hunchback of Notre Dame in French. Applying it to real life? Not so much.)
I can relate to the cheesy dogs too. When one of the cats had to have some teeth removed he was on an antibiotic, which I mixed in with canned cat food. So all 5 cats got canned cat food. TWICE a day. For 10 days. The 11th day I almost had a riot on my hands.

 
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