We are on the precipice of the most wonderful time of the year…my birthday.
I’ve always loved this time of year. While my mid-October birthday is naturally the crown jewel (Right?? What special plans do you have for the My Birthday holiday?), I really find everything about fall to be so charming and lovely. The luscious color, cooler temps and a little rain, the delicious smells of crockpot meals and chimney smoke, college football, sweaters, a wagon ride at Cabalo’s Orchard or the Berry Ranch to find the perfect pumpkin, scary costumes…seriously, how is fall not everyone’s favorite? Clap for fall. CLAP FOR IT.
In fact, the only downside to fall is that it rolls out the welcome mat for stupid, freezing, gloomy winter. Okay, winter isn’t always gloomy but it’s wicked cold and my kids get cabin fever and people slip and fall on ice and that sucks.
So for now, we’ll bask in the glory of fall. Last year, I shared my birthday weekend with Hugo’s baby shower. It was a gorgeous day and I got to be surrounded by my favorite ladies whilst eating Krispy Kreme donuts and drinking hot cider and opening presents. (#thatwasprettysweet #invitepeopletobringdonutsandgiftsmoreoften) I think this year may involve the Candy Apple Orchard and a lot of champagne. And if I can talk her into it, a spice cake from my mama with mini pumpkin patch on top…the same cake she has been baking me off and on for 30 years.
My kids have been talking about Halloween costumes for a month already. (I know, it’s like Birthday Holiday means nothing to them.) They’ve definitely inherited my love of all things spooky…and also…candy. My Littles are going to be so freaking cute… I can’t wait. We started decorating today and Harvey ran to all of the neighbors like Paul Revere telling them Halloween Is Coming!! I hung a paper skeleton on the wall and just realized I posed him to look like he’s dancing Oppa Gangnam style. Op op op.
Okay, enough procrastinating. This entire post is happening because I’m supposed to be calculating odds ratios for my Managerial Epi class. But if I can get the assignment done in like an hour, I might have time to terrorize myself with an episode of American Horror Story on Netflix, at least until my cold meds knock me out.
Due to a series of unfortunate events (which will remain undisclosed to protect the guilty) Henry is required to take one semester of physical science in summer school. Classes started today and run from 8AM-12PM for the next three weeks. Unfortunately, they are not being offered at HIS school, but at another school in the district located 10 miles from our house, or 20 minutes by car. So, in addition to paying for his own summer school class, Henry is also paying me $5/day to be his personal chauffeur (not nearly what I’m worth).
I think Henry was nervous. One, the school is unfamiliar to him, and two, I’m pretty sure he had it in his mind that summer school is only for hardcore delinquents (à la Lean On Me) and that he was about to be pistol-whipped by a kid doing blow off the teacher’s ass. I tried to reassure him based on my own memories of summer school, but I didn’t have a lot to go on. I believe I had to take an algebra class one year, but all I remember is an obscure snapshot of the classroom layout. Oddly, the image I have in my mind is from the classroom ceiling looking down, like I was having an out-of-body experience. I remember the class being fairly quick and painless, but apparently it’s possible I was unconscious for a substantial amount of time. Fortunately, Day 1 went smoothly and Henry said he feels like he might actually learn something in this [more structured] environment. He told me both the teacher and the classroom were nice and added, “We got to watch some real science clips with Bill Nye and not just YouTube videos of deer jumping on a trampoline or weird 80’s movies.” (No wonder my kid struggled on the standardized test but knows all of the lyrics to “In Your Eyes.”)
I anticipated this class would be a huge hassle but it’s really not bad – speaking as someone who has made the commute for exactly one day. It forces us all to get up, get showered, dressed and fed by 7:30AM… and during the summer, we can use a little extra motivation. We’re only a month into summer break and I’m already sick to death of forcing my kids (aka THE HUMAN SLUGS) to turn off the video games, get off the couch, and go outside. In fact, I think we may need to consider summer school every summer.
BTW – did you ever notice SCHOOL is one of those words you can’t look at for too long before your brain starts going, “WTF? Skuh-hooool? Shhhooool? SSS-chewl?”