I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Tuesday’s not overLiza
How is almost 9pm???? There are dishes that need washing and treadmill hill miles to run — and Asa’s still up… Gargh. Why have you betrayed me like this kitchen stove clock? Sigh.
Asa is up, by the way, because he is playing hooky from school tomorrow. He also played hooky today. It’s STAAR testing this week for 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders (State of Texas Assessments of Academic Readiness). This means the 1st, 2nd, and 6th graders are asked to wear soft-soled shoes (I am so not kidding), and they don’t get to go outside for recess — lest they disturb the test takers. They also don’t go to PE, Music, or Art. Noisy subjects. Asa’s teacher is helping administer the test, so he also has a substitute teacher. I probably would have packed him off to to this circle of 7 year-old boy hell if the “Silence! and Soft-Soled Shoes” note hadn’t closed with a suggestion that we send in cards with our children — a quiet pursuit for indoor recess. Don’t get me wrong, I happily lost a year of college to card playing, I just feel like it’s a vice Asa can practice at home in his PJs.
(Obligatory annual bluebonnet picture taken by my dad.)
Truth be told, Asa actually went to a children’s museum today and spent the rest of the day reading a book about electricity. Juvenile delinquent.
The treadmill and a bag of biscotti a “friend” brought over is calling my name now. It’s hard to hear the treadmill…