I've had a sense of panic over school starting next week. I’m sure it will evoke a sigh of relief when the bus pulls away Monday morning. So for that, I’m ready. I figured out however, that my panic is for the early morning tug and pull of getting the offspring out the door, setting the alarm again after a summer full of lazy mornings. I’m selfish and have become quite lazy. Time to kick it in the tooshy and get back in gear.
After attending Back To School Night I’m actually getting more excited. I couldn’t be happier with the teachers the kids have. Bring on the homework. Yuck! I’ve had a large amount of anxiety about helping Mason with his math this year. To put it lightly….math is not my forte. It’s Matt’s. Since he’s not here at homework time I’ve been a little worried. Then I figured it all out: We’d scan in Mason’s homework and email it to Matt then they would have a set time where they could Skype each other and wha-la…homework done with the help of his ingenious Dad. I’m thinking this is brilliant (and it gets me out of looking like the fool that I am ). So with a deep breath and a long sigh I say; bring it on!
After attending Back To School Night I’m actually getting more excited. I couldn’t be happier with the teachers the kids have. Bring on the homework. Yuck! I’ve had a large amount of anxiety about helping Mason with his math this year. To put it lightly….math is not my forte. It’s Matt’s. Since he’s not here at homework time I’ve been a little worried. Then I figured it all out: We’d scan in Mason’s homework and email it to Matt then they would have a set time where they could Skype each other and wha-la…homework done with the help of his ingenious Dad. I’m thinking this is brilliant (and it gets me out of looking like the fool that I am ). So with a deep breath and a long sigh I say; bring it on!
On a lighter side, flatulence is the source of many laughs at our house and the other day one of the kids passed gas in the car at the bank. Laughing ensued. Then Mason’s mind starts working up scenarios and he said,
“Hey Mom, what if someone got in our car after I tooted. Then they smell it and say ‘Ewwww! Who died in here?’ And you say, ‘Just Mason’s dignity.’”
I laughed. Because really, I have no dignity left so why should my kids?
