Hurry up!

As the holiday season arrives I feel live is much more busier than usual (if you cannot tell by the long dates between postings!). Thanksgiving was fun---Yeah--ha ha! Dexter and I decided to take part in black Friday this year--wow what an experience. Yes, we were one of the crazies standing in line at Walmart at 0430. It was so exciting when the doors opened, everyone went running and we just started grabbing so much stuff, it didn't matter if it was on our list or not. It was the thrill of being one of the few that got something at a good deal. After filling 2 carts full of stuff, and I mean FULL, we went thru everything and decided on what we really needed. It was fun and we did get alot of good deals for the kids.
This morning as I am getting P ready for school I cannot tell you how many times in the hour it took him to eat breakfast, brush his teeth and get dressed that I told him to hurry up. Finally, as we are leaving the house (about 9:20 and yes school starts at 930), he decides that he needs to climb in the back of the truck to get a piece of wood to work on when he got home for school, he hopped on his bike and just had to drive it around the driveway once but on the way he had to get the mail out of the mail box from the day before. All the while I am trying not to yell so all the neighbors could hear me but again it was "P hurry up, P get in the car, P we are going to be late for school" As life becomes busier and busier what it would be like to be 4 again and not have a care in world about being late and about what time it was. O' by the way--getting in the car and reversing in the driveway is a good way to get them in the car!
As many of you know I have been debating on sending P to kindergarten next year. His birthday is late in the year and I can already see him being a little behind in things already. My view is that once they enter they are in school all day everyday for the next 13-17 years of their life. I just want him to have one more year as a kid and not have the pressure having to do this and that. We are only kids once. Call me crazy but it is something I definitely worry about. (OK and I admit a little of it is me sad seeing him go) .
I have to add a story about E. Tonight before work from about 430-630, I made a trip to Aldis to pick up snacks for P to take to school, picked the kids up from my moms, I made chocolate dipped pretzels with P for school snack tomorrow, made dinner and got ready for work. As I was leaving to go to work (of course running late) E was eating dinner (spaghetti) and decided to give me one last hug before I left. As you can imagine a 2 year old eating spaghetti, hands and face covered in red sauce, these hands and face landed all over my scrubs, top and pants. All the poor kid wanted to do was give his mom one last hug before she left to go to work for the night and all I could do was think about how late I was going to be because I had to change clothes. Love you E, I was not mad.