(Isaac home=laundry basket on dining room table.)My wonderful father picked Isaac up bright and early from his campus and then dropped him off at the bus station (after filling his stomach with a much appreciated breakfast). I picked him up a few hours later and he is home and boy is it easy when we don't have to make the drive. I know the kids are excited to see him tonight and he is very excited for exams to be over.
Speaking of exams, Abbey's last ones are today and I am sure glad those are over. Isn't it funny how you can't really "win" as parents when it comes to exam weeks? I'm not sure who is worse, and I've had both at times-the kid who treats exams week like any other week, which makes you nervous and a little naggy, and sometimes downright frustrated and panicked, "Should you really be doing that, don't you have exams to study for?" Or the kid who is so worried about them that she (sorry Abbey I just gave you away) takes out all her tension and stress and misery on everyone around her, herself most of all.
I was the first type of exam kid, I'm sure, so it's just now, as the emotional sounding board/investor in education, that I am experiencing the elation of having the week behind me, excited for the worry/tension/stress/naggyness to be gone from my heart.
this peanut butter fudge the other day-so easy and so good. I just tried that one piece. Oh, no I didn't. Maybe a row.
Things might have been simpler and some (me) could argue better for human nature all together, but they weren't easier. I think we traded panthers and bear and sugar rationing for a whole other set of issues, but that's another post for a day when I've had more sleep than I've been getting lately.
A few years ago for Christmas I bought myself the complete set of hard-covered Little Houses and I still love them so much. So many sweet lessons and reminders.