Yes, I know it’s only the middle of February, but it’s beginning to feel like summer. Not in the weather sense, although it is warming to nearly sixty degrees today with a sky just blue enough to remind us that we’re near winter’s end. Pockets of snow are the only telltale sign that winter has overstayed her due. So, too, have the kids who are now into their sixth day at home. Days that have felt more like an unwelcome teaser for summer break. That’s a time of year that, given the chance, I’d rather hibernate away from it all more so than I’d like to sunbathe with a six-pack of Corona Light. I’ve come to the conclusion that the sun’s rays are equally as damaging to my face as the stress from being a mother.
I remind myself that I’m in the homestretch with less than twenty-four hours to go. By then I’ll be in recovery mode, overcoming this acute brain fog. The one that most mothers knows (and sometimes wives, too) when caring for underlings zaps our mental faculties.
I can’t argue with the prior days off after the last ‘snow’ incidence with buses on icy roads. But, doesn’t it seem that today, President’s Day, should be a mandatory attendance day devoted to our past leaders? Perhaps a day where students learn to recite them all in order. Instead, the kids are home, wallowing on the furniture, eating me out of house and home while asking, “What’s for dinner?” at 9 a.m. They’re groggy from the late nights and days off, confessing that they aren’t ready to go back to school as they sit eating a bowl of raisin bran, bodies slanted and their chins resting inside their cupped palms. Oh, the pressure to be young. (Insert sarcastic cough.)
The kids know better than to ask me how I feel. I think my perturbed expression and yes, maybe even a juvenile eye roll, tell my sentiments. I love them, though. Really, I do. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, though. And, I know what you’re thinking. But I’m not going to give them a history lesson at home because you know how I feel about home schooling. Not to mention, history has always been my worst subject. I’d rather deal with the present than try and understand the past. Naïve? Yes, maybe.
It’s not surprising then that I wasn’t familiar with all of the Presidents’ names when completing this word search. Hopefully you’ll recognize them all.
I remind myself that I’m in the homestretch with less than twenty-four hours to go. By then I’ll be in recovery mode, overcoming this acute brain fog. The one that most mothers knows (and sometimes wives, too) when caring for underlings zaps our mental faculties.
I can’t argue with the prior days off after the last ‘snow’ incidence with buses on icy roads. But, doesn’t it seem that today, President’s Day, should be a mandatory attendance day devoted to our past leaders? Perhaps a day where students learn to recite them all in order. Instead, the kids are home, wallowing on the furniture, eating me out of house and home while asking, “What’s for dinner?” at 9 a.m. They’re groggy from the late nights and days off, confessing that they aren’t ready to go back to school as they sit eating a bowl of raisin bran, bodies slanted and their chins resting inside their cupped palms. Oh, the pressure to be young. (Insert sarcastic cough.)
The kids know better than to ask me how I feel. I think my perturbed expression and yes, maybe even a juvenile eye roll, tell my sentiments. I love them, though. Really, I do. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, though. And, I know what you’re thinking. But I’m not going to give them a history lesson at home because you know how I feel about home schooling. Not to mention, history has always been my worst subject. I’d rather deal with the present than try and understand the past. Naïve? Yes, maybe.
It’s not surprising then that I wasn’t familiar with all of the Presidents’ names when completing this word search. Hopefully you’ll recognize them all.
Source: Brain Games 2012 (Pardon the crookedness. I've got kids waiting at my door.)
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