Mondays, alas!
Mondays are always hard for us. Getting the kids up requires planning, perseverance, and either a Polka band or an atom bomb. I thought today would be difference what with Daylight Savngs Time ending and all. That extra hour is worth my weight in gold, people. But sadly, the day is a drizzly and somber one. Our first cold front--and I mean a front that doesn't just drop the temperatures from 94 to 90--is trying in earnest to trudge through Houston, leaving the morning gray and oppressive. Right now, Lukas is stretched out on the sofa sound asleep. I couldn't peel him off of it with a putty knife if I tried. So he's giong to have to converse, by phone, with his homeschool teacher and get read the riot act (whatever the hell that is.) I can't blame him though. I'm pretty lethargic too. Heck of a time to switch to decaf, man.