Franny’s free, free, free from school, which means she’s free, free, free to get up my butt. Yesterday was a half day and she came home with me–I hadn’t seen her for two weeks. It will be weird to have her completely disappear over at her dad’s house now, because when school’s in the other mothers here on Wisteria Lane keep me informed about how many times she’s ridden in the front seat of her dad’s car, how ill-fitting her shoes are, and if she was out sick. To tell the truth, I kind of don’t want to know these things, because I know he sucks. But now I have the pipeline to That Poor Woman, so I am hoping I’ll be in the loop on important things, like sickness.

She seems pretty happy to be done. Her dad did not tell her that she will be continuing on at her current school, which surprised me a little, so after all my flailing around about it, I got to be the one to tell her. She was happy, and happier still when we came home and made banana nut bread. Franny is an expert banana-masher.

I spoiled her with a beautiful book for finishing kindergarten. I figured she deserved something after getting through the first three-year segment of her program. It’s based on the writings and drawings of Cecily Mary Barker, titled Fairyopolis. It’s one of those books that has little secret pockets and flaps, and it’s based on Barker’s journal that she kept while hunting fairies. It’s a little above her level, but I am reading it to her, and I’m sure she will be able to enjoy it by herself in a few years.

It’s great to have her around now, even if the girls together drive me a little crazy sometimes, with their shrieking and thumping. Now we have days and days that will feel like weekends. No rushing through breakfast. No schedule. Thank god I have memberships to the Zoo and the science center, and the best coffee shop this side of I-5 is right down the street.