My usual morning caffeine, however, is hot coffee, with skim milk. But because it's skim, I need quite a bit to get the right flavor. But if I put too much in, I end up with luke-warm coffee... ick. Which is what I have today, when I need it. Ick.
The times in the aviary are quite exciting. Moth man has saved enough money finally to purchase the lego kit of his dreams. Thanks to Amazon prime, it's coming today. Problem: he doesn't get to put it together until Thursday afternoon, when he has a half day.
You'd think we're pulling the little bird's wings off. Cruelty, thy name is mom. But I only have one table in the house, and if he takes it for his legos while dad is trying to serve supper, there will be a hell toupee. (side note, what exactly is a hell toupee? Is it extra hot? Misery inducing - itchy? Or just a flame red color? I've always wondered.)
(no, I'm not that stupid. I know it's hell to pay. But I prefer hell toupee. It's fun to imagine someone with a little devil on his head.)
Stinks has baseball tryouts this week. He's really into the idea of playing baseball. I wonder if he will actually stick with it, or if he's truly like me, and after a few weeks, will say "meh", finishing out the season with a whimper and never play again.
Meanwhile, Stinks has become quite the historian. He completely rocks at the whole social studies thing, and has been enjoying American History a huge amount. So, I guess he's not my kid completely :) He now knows more about the American government than 90% of the voting-eligible public. I wonder if he'll retain the knowledge? Any tips on how to help a child retain stuff like this? Music works for Mothy (and me), but not for Stinks.
Well, it's time to finish the prep for today's classes. I have been shucking my work on Saturdays and putting more in the morning prep. It leaves me feeling a little less prepared, but in all, way more relaxed. I was becoming quite undone, working every day for months on end. There's only so much a bird brain can take. Now, I'm hoping something can spur the muse, and maybe let me start writing again in my free time. She's been quiet for too many years. I feel kind of like a phantom limb - my imagination - is missing. If you see it, send it home, will ya?
Have a nice day, and pass it on!!