The last day of school! CELEBRATION EMOJIS ALL AROUND!!!! Summer, we are ready for you even more than we’ve ever been before. Mary – third grade; Thomas – Kindergarten; David – fourth grade; Anna – bus stop side kick. On the last day of school, I arrived in the pickup line earlier than I have
As long as I’ve been a runner, I’ve always said that I don’t understand the concept of a runner’s high. I’ve never entered that sacred space where running is effortless and wonderful and I could just continue forever. And what are these endorphins people talk about? When I’m running, I’m working. Regardless of the pace
This week Anna and I spent a lot of time getting our garden ready. This year we’re growing three, four? kinds of peppers, eggplants, zucchini, cucumbers, tomatillos, kale, lots of herbs, and even though I say every year that I’ll never grow tomatoes again — we’re growing tomatoes again. I also planted a big patch
If you’d like to go on a roller coaster of a conversation, you should ask me how I feel about the first week of school. I’m excited. Like, so excited. I have an (almost!) empty house! And that makes me so sad. I’m SO GLAD they’re in person. And I’m terrified of the Delta variant.
We did it. We crossed the strangest finish line of the strangest race ever. Whether you did virtual, hybrid, in-person/masked, homeschool, or some combination of everything — WE DID IT! Good riddance to this school year and also I’M SO THANKFUL for what this school year was. There are a lot of complicated emotions that
One of the beneficial side-effects of our new work-from-home lifestyle is that between Zoom meetings and phone calls, Tom carves out some time to put Anna down for her nap every afternoon. This is different than all of our other kids, who Tom almost never put down for naps because he has always been at
This morning I registered Thomas for kindergarten. Through my mask I told the school administrator that we registered last year, then decided to wait a year. You know, because surely by September 2021 this pandemic would be a terrible, distant memory. We both had a hearty perfunctory laugh. Hardy har har…Har. Har. Har. I wrote
I keep getting Timehop reminders of what life looked like one year ago. The photos are all sunny and happy captures of the kids in the backyard against a backdrop of daffodils and an uncharacteristically mild spring. With every photo I think — wow, we had no idea…I’m glad we had no idea. Also, my hair
Back in September, around the time school was starting, I had a lot of conversations about kindergarten. When I told people that I wasn’t sending Thomas, they would inevitably say, “What are you doing?” “Nothing,” I’d respond. Preschool? No. Home school? Nope. And then there would be this awkward silence where they’d try to compute what I
Behold! The virtual learner in its natural habitat… Careful to not disturb her. (Or at least not before making sure her camera isn’t on. No one needs to see Mom walk by in her PJs at 1 p.m.) We’re halfway through the year, and I had been planning on writing about how virtual school is