Yippee! School's back in session! (That would be MY reaction, not Nathan's).
Seems like SOP - give Nathan the first nudge at 7:00, promise of 5 or 10 more minutes, force him out of the bed. He dresses himself and comes downstairs, "I hate school. I don't want to go. I have a stomach ache." Microburst of rain happens 5 minutes before he leaves for school. "See - it's a hurricane out there. I shouldn't have to go to school."
Meanwhile, estastic whiring dervish dancing (but on the inside) from me. Shove the kid out the door, and then just enjoy the silence for a few minutes.
Ahhhhhhh.
You know, it's not like I can't be productive with Eric and Nathan in the house. Neither one of them are curtailing my efforts to deal stuff done. But I just don't get much done while they're home. A big chuck of my morning was going through all the receipts I had accumulated in the last month, plus going through all the other stacks of paper on about 3 tables, plus balancing all the accounts. Whew! The weight off my mind, just by finally dealing with all the white-out of paper.
That and going to the commissary took most of my morning. But I've got a fresh slate for tomorrow - cleaning wise that is. Now that the Christmas stuff is all packed away and there aren't stray papers everywhere, I can actually dust. Wheeeeee.
Nathan said school was okay today. His mouth seems to be doing well. I've decided not to start the braces until February. Give him (and me) time for the memory of mouth pain to fade before starting round 2.
Talked to Eric this afternoon. He managed to get lost this morning on his walk. He's excited about the bass lessons. I don't think he's had consistent electric bass instruction since he started playing at the Presidio. Seems like the instructors he finds either flake out on him or insist he plays stand up bass. So I'm glad he's getting this opportunity.
One of his friends from high school called here looking for him. He's so wound up about the game tomorrow night, he can barely talk straight.
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