Today is the last official day of summer before school starts. The MYP are celebrating this by sleeping in. I know! I know! I should have them get up because tomorrow will be worse when the big yellow bus roars to the stop at 6:42, but so be it. It's their last day of summer!
There has been an algebra packet sitting on the dresser in one of the MYP's bedrooms. It was given the last week of school this spring and was to be completed by the start of school this fall. And yes, not one computation has been completed on the aforementioned packet. I'm thinking I may have to strongly encourage some pencil pushing in a wee bit. Why do today what you can put off 'til tomorrow, right?
I think one of the worst things an adult can say to a young person (unless they are starting 1st grade) is, 'are you excited for school to start'? Kind of sadistic isn't it? The question I have been asking kids and young people is this, 'what did you do this summer that was your favorite?'. That usually causes faces to light up. Then since I'm a bit sadistic, I then follow it up with the 'ready for school???' question. I'm nice like that.
We have another licensed driver in the house! Yes, daughter #1 came home with that sheet that says she's now legal to drive. It opens up a brand-new scary world of seeing a part of your heart drive away without you protecting and guiding. I feel like a mother bird watching her baby fledge off the nest the first time. However, it comes with benefits. So far she's picked her brother up twice from different places. I may like that once my nerves settle down.
The Chairman and I are still enjoying our gazillion-probiotics-per-sip-homemade kefir each and every morning. I fill it up with goodness of hemp, chia seeds, ground flax, and a drizzle of maple syrup. It must be somewhat important to me because I dreamt last night that a blog reader knocked the glass jar over at convention and I was really irritated but knew I should be kind. Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. Dreams are weird. Or maybe it's just me amped up on drinking too much fermented milk.
We had another delightful day of prepping last Saturday. These two are nothing but giggles and silly while we were there.
Yesterday, the girls and I went to the last subdivision at our local "Parade of Homes". It isn't a nice parade where old cars honk, marching bands play patriotic songs, and cheap candy is hurled into the crowd. It is a place that lobs feelings of insecurities about decorating, dissatisfaction about your own home, and a dwindling feeling that we just aren't that fancy. Oh well. It is home. And that's all that matters.
Finally, there is an event happening with my extended family tomorrow. And my heart will be there at the airport gate. The odor of fresh and deeper sacrifice is beautiful. "Fair are the prospects all ahead".... I'm glad he likes beans and tortillas. But more so. I'm thankful he's willing and wanting to go.
Happy week ahead!