My twins are in kindergarten this year, and they already have homework. It's quite a change from the child-centered explore-your-world hippy preschool they attended.
We're a little embarrassed about their school because there are two elementary schools closer to our house, but the school districts are Gerrymandered so that neighborhoods of faculty, graduate students, and professional staff end up together, in our case nearly three times the distance from the closest school. I admit it, though, I haven't been vocal about the injustice since my kids were born.
Hence, the kindergarten homework.
Ugh, meetings started at 7, basically just ended now. This is punishment for those days I slack off. At least I could work from home today.
I have been having massive guilt about saddling Mac with just a single parent and one who is shite with patience,
Aw, msbelle. Mac is incredibly lucky to have a mom like you. Nobody said you had to be a saint to love him, or be a good mother to him. Anyway, I think "short on patience" describes everyone dealing with a whiny recalcitrant teenager, saint or not.
Oh, right, I have wine to pick up. That'll be nice.
I refrained from posting earlier because I was like, "I am actually so pleased and a little surprised with how well Casper is handling the transition to 7th grade (which is in a 7-12 high school)." But then she was weeping audibly while doing her math homework, which is ADDITION REVIEW. I sent her up to lie down and hope she falls asleep. Meanwhile, Dillo is not studying the genres and subgenres of writing, but rather playing with his wand. (Not a euphemism: a Harry Potter wand.)
Also, calling msbelle, I have just booked plane tickets to Dallas for October 16-18. It is for my brother's wedding, so my guess is we will be crazy busy, but Saturday morning might be a good time to meet up? My sister will also be in town.
Learning+change is hard, you guys. All week, my boss has been shoving stuff in my head before she goes, and I am WIPED OUT. I am having almonds and beer for dinner.
I am having almonds and beer for dinner.
Classic! That's, like, a bunch of potassium. Or something. Isn't it?
It's something, that's for sure!
