What can I say, except that it's been busy? It's been busy. The boring truth. And yet in all of that busy time I have not yet managed to plan REALLY AT ALL for that thing which happens in two and a half brief, brief weeks, which is the end of school. Silas will escort Helen to swim practice every morning: that's about as far as we've gotten. In theory there will be a babysitter afterwards. That will require hiring a babysitter, however, and that...hasn't quite happened yet.
The kids are not too worried.
|An ambulance? I'm not too sure of the significance of this event.|
Me: "So I'm hoping to rototill the yard today. It really needs to be done this weekend. Do you think you can--"
M.: "I'm scorekeeping [at Si's baseball game]. It can't happen this weekend."
Me, unrealistically: "So maybe you can drive the Subaru and I can take the truck over to Home Depot-"
M.: "Do we know where the cable line is buried?"
Me: "No, but--"
M.: "I'm scorekeeping."
So that was the second most wonderful gift of all. Now I have been running home from work every day to gaze at the bare dirt for signs of grass seed sprouting (so far, nothing. At this point I always wonder if the seed thing is just going to not work, and all those other times seeds were planted and watered and then sprouted were just a fluke.)
|Bye bye, 5th grade!|
|Also like tests.|
Now, I'm no unschooler - you will pry my curriculum taught by professional teachers at a nonhome location from my cold, dead hands - but even this seems to grimly encapsulate the entire school experience. Sigh. At least at this juncture Si still finds the tests exciting - and he, like is parents, is blessed/cursed with being a "good test taker." Hopefully he will be better than his mother at "negotiating salary" and "understanding that bosses and professors are actually colleagues, not mistily distant authority figures."