September 16th, 2020

 Day 195: Manic Monday! That’s what we are going to call Mondays.

. New choice boards, everyone is tired, Iive sessions and speech therapy. Absolutely not complaining, not even really a little as I do have to say I enjoy waking up at 8am, having my coffee and even learning with the boys. I can’t be more grateful that I am able to only have to juggle two kids and not full work and two kids, so for our little family I want to just hug tight to this time. I made my first hard boiled eggs by myself in 45 years, OC s second favorite meal, hard boiled egg whites with a pound of pepper, my spicy boy! Did the snack tray during homework. It really works, until they fight over which side is theirs. So second try to be bought at my next dollar tree. . We got the email, the email I knew would eventually come from school on what might be next for this year. As we al are, so conflicted... full remote or get them back to school. My selfish side wants them home (I really like our lazy mornings and early afternoons). My brain says, they gotta get in the classroom as I am just not an organized mama and if I could just do science or art every day we would be good. On our way home from swimming I had a conversation with GC as I like to include him on what’s going on. I know he loves being home. He loves his family fiercely. He loves the time he has had home. So I knew what he would be thinking, I just didn’t expect his response. He got himself so upset over going back to school that we had to stop on our ride home to get sick on the side of the road. My family loving boy. After some calming down we were able to move on but, bless his heart, when we do go back to school I will be praying hard for him and all these little humans that are going to have a challenging transition. Thankfully friends were outside when we got home to wipe away his fear for now and at the end of the night he helped me pick out all of the broken “wormy” shells (my favorite) and fill our glass container. He wanted a picture with our beach memories.





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