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.