Thursday, July 26, 2012

I think Mark loves school

I have spent considerable time in the last month getting prepared for the new school year.  As mentioned, we are doing a completely new curriculum.  I have been researching and conversing with my panel of experts and reading and ordering and organizing.  It is all rather thrilling for me.

I know I'm not alone in the excitement.  Last week when I was on the phone with Enoch, he said, "Jennifer said to tell you all her school books arrived."  He added, "She said you'd understand."

And I do.  That's exciting stuff.

The other day, I got the entire first week of school planned.  Yes, school starts in September.  Yes, it is July.  Whatever the opposite of a procrastinator is, that's what I am.

Anyway, I excitedly asked Mark, "Guess what I did today?"  I think he did something noncommittal like shrug.

"I planned the first week of school!"

I was expecting a big hug, a look of glee, at the very least a smile.

Instead he gave me a look that was equal parts disgust and how-could-you-betray-me-like this.  Then he collapsed face down into a nearby couch, groaning.

I should have saved my exciting news for Jennifer.  She would understand.

I'm off to Girls' Camp for the day.  (Just the day.  I feel about camping like Mark feels about school starting.)  I am looking forward to seeing Emma though.  She left yesterday.  She'll be happy to know that no one slept in her bed last night.  When I changed her sheets yesterday there was a note tucked inside.  It read, "I TOLD you not to sleep in my bed!"  It may be a huge news flash for Emma but no one wants to sleep in her bed.  We all have beds. 

As nuts as they are, I'd be happy if my kids stayed home with me all the time but as you can see, they don't.


stephanie l johnson said...

I am not sure why this switches over to my Dad's account, computers are weird.

stephanie l johnson said...

As organized as you are, I am the opposite, glad we can still be friends. I am ignoring that school will be starting, except that I am counting on a certain teacher for my youngest man child. There are no other options for me, so I just want to drag summer out until Dec. 15th or so, when we go into Christmas vacation.


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