Happy New Year

It was a LOOOOOONG holiday break.  Pre-school begins tomorrow :-).  We went to see F.rozen today and she was SO itchy in her seat, and bugging the heck out of me.  We had been planning making pizza when we got home but she wore my husband and I out so pasta it was.  A bath is done, kitchen is straightened, I was contacted on FB to by a girl in the sorority I was in asking if I'd be an alumni support for new members of the sorority I was in during college.  Sure, could be fun, and a nice change from behavioral health stuff, getting pre-schooler out of our room and into hers, and my continuous search for activities in the emotional growth for the 4 year old.

On another note, I had to switch blogs last year because someone from the the strong willed wonder's pre-school told the pre-school about it so I deleted it which means I have almost no followers now :-(.  Before I had bloggy buddies who has been w/me during agency #1, the scammer, court testifying and now the scammer is in jail, IF, my relapse, and the adoption of the pre-schooler.  I admit, I miss having people comment and that sort of thing.  But it's why I have almost no pictures now.

So, the pre-schooler goes back to school tomorrow.  My goal is to work out, deposit the Christmas checks we received, purchase 2 containers to hold all her pre-school art-work because it is all precious to me.  1 container for age 3 and 1 container for age 4.    

We've been SLOWLY fixing up the house w/the intention of moving into a larger one that doesn't have the same step situation as our split level.  It all boils down to school districts and proximity to my husbands job.  Have you ever looked at houses on realtordotcom and gone to the school district listing for the  home?  Well in the US they have a numbers between 1 and 10 w/1 being the worst and 10 being the best.  We are currently living in a 10 school district and can't afford a bigger house in the 10 district.  Atleast not the kind of house we dream of.    When we move we will also be bringing my MIL into our household.  More on that later though I hear the husband and the daughter outside.