Welp, we're winding down the last few days of summer before school starts back up again. It's sort of a bittersweet time. On the one hand, it's nice to have the break from schedules and homework, but on the other hand, some structure is a good thing.
I can tell that each of the kids is ready to start a fresh school year, since we did our bit of back-to-school shopping last week. Wolfgang got himself all registered on Monday, Chaco on Tuesday. In fact, Chaco had to be there at the earliest of early - oh the curse of being an A-L junior. Meego meets his teacher tomorrow afternoon and gets ice cream for the effort.
So things are moving along and next week will bring on the eerie quietness that are those first few days of school. It's all good, though, because my work schedule is picking up at the same time, so I need the quietude, but I must say that it's been nice having the brood around all summer.
He's just been so helpful and responsible lately. It's a bit weird, but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but rather just ride that horse into the ground! I came across something recently, though, that I think explains the phenomenon:
Is there a Camelot where children clean their rooms without being threatened... clear the table without demanding a check... and look upon their homework as a privilege? There is indeed. Age 16. Each day you will be bottle-fed with the milk of human kindness from this wonderful child who will smother you with love and concern. Why?
The kid wants to drive your car!