To Lake or Not To Lake

Chris is on his Mount Ranier climbing trip and I am a nervous wreck. All can say at this point is thank goodness for my parents! I went to the lake and spent the night last night. I tend to go there when Chris is out of town because I like having my parents around to jump in when Connor is on my last nerve. This weekend was no different. The problem is that Connor has never slept well at the lake house. NOT ONCE. I don't know if it is being in a different place, room too dark or too light, hating his pack and play, etc. Usually when Chris is with me one of us deals with the screaming kid while the other sleeps and vice versa. I was not so lucky last night. My darling son woke up about every half hour until 3 am or so. I tried letting him cry it out in his pack and play. I moved him to the bed with me (twin bed no less). I tried letting him sleep in his own twin bed. Nothing kept him asleep for more than 45 minutes.

Next weekend is labor day and we traditionally go to the lake to visit. My dillemma is; do I go and risk having another stinky night of sleep or just go for the day and not get to spend as much time with my family. Decisions, decisions.

Now, I am going to sit here sleepy and worried and wait for Chris to call after his day of mountian climbing training. I won't get to talk to him again until Wednesday. Aaahhhh! Pray for my sanity.

Connor's First Day of School

OK, I admit I have fallen into the blog trap. But I mean what did you expect with as much as I like to talk and brag about my family?! Another online outlet to do so...of COURSE I jump at that!! Now to explain the name...The School of Bass. It's a double meaning here. School of Bass, like a school of fish (Chris, Connor and Me are the school) and the school as in we are learning as we go. Weird, I know. I couldn't think of anything witty.

Today was Connor's first day of Mother's Day Out at CCDC. He went this summer so when we walked up he got a little apprehensive. We walked into the room and he sat down in the corner to survey the situation. EVERY kid was crying so he had to join the party. I quickly told him goodbye and left feeling a little bad about it. About an hour later I got an email from the school director with a picture of him playing with some blocks with a huge smile on his face. Whew...feeling much better. I picked him up at 2 o'clock and he was super tired.

Thus is my test blog post...

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