Today was Connor’s stagger-start day, where half of his class was in attendance. Tomorrow, the other half will have their staggered start, then Wednesday will be the first full day for all fifth-graders.
Fifth Grader
Chillin’
It’s that hour between Connor’s karate class and my Krav Maga class, and we’re both taking advantage of the weather to sit outside at the picnic tables.
We’re pretty chill. Watching the other adults start to show up for the class that begins in about 15 minutes. We can hear the Beginner Youth class every time someone opens the door. We try not to chuckle too loudly at the little kids playing pretend with their parents while their siblings are finishing up their class.
I always have this idea that I’ll bring my Bluetooth keyboard and “catch up” on my blogging in that hour between Connor’s class and mine… after I finish the day’s Spanish lesson on Duolingo… and after I scroll through my Facebook feed for a few minutes… and sometimes (though not today) after talking to Mr. Turner for a while.
It’s probably about time for me to hit Publish on this, so I can go inside and get ready for class. I know I’ll enjoy it… but, in this moment, I’d almost rather just stay outside and enjoy the weather.
Status: Squeaky
Sometimes, the little joys in life are the best… like introducing your son to breathing helium and talking like a munchkin.
A Boy and his Cat
“Your breakfast is ready — oh. I mean, your breakfast is still too hot to eat. You’d better stay here for a few minutes.”
Twitter Update: So Immature
Every month, when I write a check for the mortgage payment, I giggle inwardly at the fact that the amount due after escrow is so many dollars and 69 cents.
I will apparently never grow up. I am perfectly OK with this.