Tuesday is the day I get to sleep in.
Well, it’s the day I skip the gym, and since it has been summer I’ve been sleeping in. I don’t get home from work until close to 12:30am, and since my HIIT class at the gym is at 7am, I do take this one day off a week.
When I stumbled into the living room at 8:45 Tuesday morning, with messy hair and still in PJs…
on the couch sat a bright eyed, showered and dressed 13-year old. He gave me a strange look and said, “Hey Mom, aren’t we… starting school…today…?”
School? Like, homeschool? That’s today?
Don’t get me wrong. I hadn’t planned on starting this week. Or next week, for that matter. I have our school year all planned out (I think) and by my calendar schedule, we’re to begin the 14th, and finish the last week of June. So I really wasn’t slacking (very much).
But when a kid asks to do school, who am I to question it?! We started Tuesday. After a carafe of French Press and a big batch of “Not Back to School” Pancakes, that is. With peanut butter. And lots of syrup.
Not too many kids can say that their first period teacher made them coffee and pancakes on the first day of school.