No More Lessons, No More Books, No More Teacher’s Dirty Looks

Today is the last day of school for the Man-Cub. The Girl still has a half day tomorrow but, since that half day will consist primarily of the Middle School students racing around campus signing each other’s yearbooks, crying over how much they will miss each other over the summer and vowing to remain Best Friends 4-ever!!, I don’t really have a lot of sympathy for her.

The Cub’s day will consist of Field Day activities and an awards assembly. The weather is looking a little more promising for Field Day than one might have expected given yesterday’s craptacular wind and cold temperatures. It was so cold at the Cub’s baseball game; I once again resorted to huddling under a blanket with my sweatshirt hood pulled over my head. My sunglasses completed the look, that is; if the look I was going for was Police Sketch of the Uni-bomber.

Anyway, as I said, today is looking better.

Have I mentioned how much I am enjoying my new job and the schedule that goes with it, lately? No? Well, I am. Although it is certain to change now that the kids will be out of school for the summer, my schedule currently lays out something like this:

6:00 a.m. Drag lazy ass from bed after completing doctor-mandated stretches for the plantar fascia.

6:15 a.m. Exercise

7:15 a.m. Shower, primp, and dress

8:00 a.m. Drop kids off at school

8:05 a.m. Return home for breakfast, coffee, email reading and blog updating

9:00 a.m. Venture out to garden, pull weeds, water, coo lovingly at the plants in an effort to convince the bastards to grow and be fruitful.

10:00 a.m. Go to work. Work.

12:00 p.m. Break for lunch

1:00 p.m. Work some more

2:00 p.m. Go shopping, run errands, check email, cruise the internet, bother the employees, etc.

3:00 p.m. Run to the bank and then home

The rest of the day depends on whether or not the Cub has baseball or if we have plans, such as Tuesday night when we went to Jana’s for dinner.

Speaking of dinner, I am trying to be better about cooking, depending less on the old standards and breaking out new recipes however; sometimes the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak in which case I bust out with the Hamburger Helper and call it good.

Luckily, Hugh has been a grilling demon lately so, if I don’t feel like getting creative in the kitchen, I can usually count on him to do something fabulous on the porch. His training is coming along quite nicely; Stepford Husband Project, Phase One, nearly complete.

Today, as I mentioned, the Cub has an awards assembly at which he is receiving some sort of honor. I’m guessing it is Perfect Attendance, an award which he covets and has worked hard to make his own, even going so far as to attend school with an ear infection as many of you may recall. More power to him; I’m just looking forward to hearing his acceptance speech, I’m sure it will be an Oscar-worthy performance. Either that, or, he will mumble something unintelligible, grab his certificate and run back to his seat, the fire of a million suns blushing on his cheeks.

Either way, schools’ out for summer!