
This has been the longest winter on record---at least in our house. Between sickness, snow, Martin Luther King and those regularly scheduled weekend days off, one or both of my kids has been home eleven out of the past thirteen days. I'm supposed to be teaching and writing the Great American Novel and instead, I'm wondering if we have enough macaroni and cheese for lunch. I have to admit that there were moments in the not-so-distant past when I briefly contemplated home-schooling my kids. No more anxiety over parent-teacher conferences, co-chairing book-fairs or angling to go on the better field trips for me. No more mandatory assemblies, middle school mischief, long bus rides or answering science questions in complete sentences for them.
Right now, my kids are playing ping pong. My older son managed to sneak in the last episode of the third season of "Weeds" while I was helping my younger son conjugate the verb "tomar." I jumped at my mother's offer to take them out for lunch. In a few minutes, I'm dropping them off at "The Green Hornet." Obviously, home-schooling is a piss-poor idea for our family.
With all the bad weather harassing New Jersey, I started grabbing for tomorrow this morning. It didn't help that our refrigerator seems to want to break down and cry too---it feels wrongly warm in there.
Given all this, there seemed to be nothing left to do this afternoon but eat great quantities of chocolate and contemplate truth and beauty, which arrived in the form of an email from Bette Blank.


. . . wishing the snow will subside and can actually return to our "routine" lives . . .
ReplyDeleteThe longest winter yet? It's only mid-January, or as the Wicked Witch of the West once said, "You call that far? Why you've only just begun." (insert emoticon for evil shrieking laughter here)
ReplyDeleteEverything is longer in New Jersey!
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