Back to School
A hectic summer has finally ended with only the 300% humidity and wilting hairdos to show for it. You know when summer is over though, when you and the kids have pretty much run out of things to do. I took my cue when we were all gathered around the TV watching, with great interest, the KitchenAid instruction video for the double oven we've long since replaced. On a side note, I wish to hell I'd watched it when the oven was new, cuz it had some pointers and advice I shouldn't have done without.
I do have some concern about Lukas transitioning from homeschool to 7th grade public school. Sure, he's excited, but he's also pretty innocent. Not many 7th graders make sandart jars for their homeroom teachers and fewer yet survive the predator-lined hallways leading to that homeroom. I told him he might want to wait until the second day, hoping that a) he ends up hating his homeroom teacher, b)he sees that most of his peers bring brass knuckles, not loving gifts, on the first day, or c) it accidently tips over so that, thanks to the two inches of empty air at the top of the jar, it all gets mixed up and too ugly to present. We can always hope. This morning he took Penny on a leash, thinking I would walk him to his homeroom. But seeing the survival of his reputation and sef-esteem as paramount to a five minute walk with a fuzzy canine, I refused the request. He'll thank me someday. I'm anxious to find out how this day is going to pan out!