I have a paper due tomorrow. It is only half written and it’s worth about 25% of my final mark. I should get on it but I also have about a hundred other ‘Mom things’ to do today. I am not unhappy, but I am also not looking forward to staying up late tonight to get it finished.
My older two kids are writing exams this week. They are unhappy. Yes, I send them to a school that starts giving exams in the fourth grade. We can debate this decision another day. Today I’m too busy just trying to get them through the studying.
Hubby has to get up on an icy roof this weekend and finish putting up the Christmas lights. I shouldn’t presume to speak for him, but I don’t think he’s looking forward to it.
Youngest daughter is home from school today, I should probably say she is unhappy as she’s sick, but she’s humming away in the next room as she watchs cartoons and colors pictures. That’s my girl. I don’t that child is really EVER unhappy.
That’s a good thing.
I vote we all stop growing up at some where around seven years old – it seems like it all goes down hill from there.