Erp, I just realized it's only Thursday. I thought it was Friday. Wait it is Friday. Agh. This week has felt like a long one. With sickness in our house again (even the dog), I have been staying up late to get things done and waking up early from the sounds of coughing. Like 5 am early which I don't do. My internal alarm clock is around 7ish, if I wake up earlier I am liable to be found wandering, bumping into things and talking to myself. And if I wake up any later I spend the day with one of those throbbing sleepy headaches. I've also spent every evening this week going to open houses to look at schools for M+L. I found one that I like, it looks cool, literally: concrete and wood floors, exposed beams and ductwork, big giant glass garage doors in the classrooms, which I might add smelled strangely good for a school. Every class I went in my brain said "yum, vanilla. ooo strawberry" So I am not sure if it's the aesthetics of the school or the school itself, which was kind of confusing (a democracy but without voting because that marginalizes the minority. which seemed to translate to lots of meetings. Not so sure how M+L would do in meetings.). It's also it's a bit of a drive, and they don't really use desks, mostly just ikea shag carpets. And I don't know, I don't think desks are so bad.
This school was seeming like my best bet (or there was some sort of subliminal olfactory messages being sent to my brain), but last night I went to the school that is closest to us (yet not our neighborhood school :/) and I am feeling that's the one. Our real neighborhood school is one of three in the Portland Public that has a uniform policy and there are a lot of reasons I could give for hating this fact (like, they also happen have this uniform policy only in the few schools in portland where white children are the minority - my inner social worker is going huh? that's weird. and not weird in a good way. weird in a aclu way.). And having twins that look identical, I am not so into sending them to school dressed exactly the same everyday. "which one are you?" "who are you?" "are you milo or luca?" They get it enough. Different shirts is like our only tool in the toolbox for quick identification and differentiation. Anyway, I was feeling pretty despondent with the whole thing until last night when I went to our not-neighborhood-neighborhood school and I was immediately thrust into the arms of two moms with twins who told gave me tips and let me know this school has an odd amount of twins there, a fact that they knew from experience worked in their favor. So I am hopeful. But still after all that I needed to come home and look at pretty things.
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