Kuntry wife brings home a little bacon

That’s right… it’s time to put my shoes on and leave the kuntrykitchen. Though the majority of me remains a kuntryhousewife, I also bear two new titles: high school counselor and freelance writer.

Our local Triple Junction High School has been seeking a counselor for many years but with no counselors in the area, they have done without. After nearly a year of waiting for the state of CA to read over my paperwork and decide if my out of state license and experience are good enough for Arnold, the school has finally been given the yellow light to hire me on an emergency basis while they look at my paperwork some more. I had to get fingerprinted three times so that should give them a lot of material to digest. By far the most manageable caseload I’ve ever faced, the total number of students in the school is seven – one girl and 6 boys. I’m desperately trying to dust off and de-rust my counselor gear and will hopefully be up to the task.

My other new responsibility is to write a story about our newborn local currency, the Petol, for the North Coast Journal. After years of stockpiled intentions to become a freelance writer, I am doing a wild jig of celebration to have my first paying writing gig, at last. Check back for the details……

Whoops!!!.. we forgot to introduce the bottle to five month old Nola. Didn’t think we were going to need to… poor daddy blase will not only be a brave boobless parent of a breastfeeding infant but a bottle-less one as well. It will really add to his already unmatched daddy creds. I better go trim my fingernails, locate a breast pump, and wash some pants so I can go bring home some bacon for that kuntryhuz to fry up in a pan.

ossian goes to school

The diapers are off and the lunch box is packed. Ossian is now a pre-schooler.

I have been nothing but excited about the onset of her schooling. Despite this, I found myself tearing up while watching her on the playground today. They weren’t tears of sadness exactly, nor were they quite tears of joy… they were more like tears of oh my god, how did we get here and what’s next. She climbed up to the top of the play structure, and I thought, she’s going to leave me. I saw her driving away, headed for college and beyond and it broke my heart. She’s only two and half, you’re thinking.. but you can’t know how inexplicably fast it has gone. Now she’s out in the world. Albeit a small world; where circle time and play dough reign, a world that only exists for twelve hours per week, but it is her little world. She will interact and form relationships and have thoughts and questions and moments that I may know nothing about and cannot protect her from.

Grab the reigns, lady, you’re thinking. Ok, I’ve grabbed them but it’s still a wild ride.

Nola is quite a hit at school.  Hopefully, she’s not stealing too much of Ossian’s thunder.  All the kids want to hold her.  They especially like it when I change her diaper.