I am not ready. I am not ready. Summer’s end angst defined.
Tomorrow we meet Edward and Joseph’s teachers for the new year.
I NEED MORE TIME!
I said I would go through the Greek and Latin vocabulary book with them over the summer. I even made color-coded index cards.
We learned three words. I hopes these words and their derivations are what my children encounter when they take the PSAT.
Instead or learning Greek and Latin, we:
Fed dead white mice to rather large Caiman crocodiles at a local reptile store.
I intended to organize my house, structure our days and create nifty chore charts.
Instead we:
Learned that it’s not that difficult to sleep in a damp swimsuit and coverup two, or even three, days in a row since then all you have to do is pop up in the morning, brush your teeth, grab a Rice Krispie treat, and head for the pool or beach. Such a time saver!
I planned to lose 12 pounds and finally fit into a two-piece swimsuit for the first time since Edward was born.
Instead, I created a self-portrait of myself at the beach as a “shadow” or “shade.”
I think I look like a Sleestack.
I intended on teaching my children that the most quiet, patient fisherman always catches the most fish.
Instead we learned that sometimes the loudest, most active fisherman catches the only fish…
Like it or not, school looms…
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