On the mornings when they're lethargic and kind of puny, I send them anyway, because we all have mornings like that, right? It doesn't mean we're sick... except for all the times I get a call from the school nurse telling me a kid has a temp of 102.1/ is pale and droopy and complaining of an excruciating headache/ has vomited all over the library (all calls I've received just this school year).
When I do keep them home, though, because they weren't doing well the evening before? They run around like a prisoner who has received a last-minute pardon (which is kind of what they are, I guess), no fever, no lethargy, no pain. It's like some kind of miracle! [Heavy, somewhat bitter sarcasm.]
Such was the case Wednesday morning. Atticus has been fighting a cold, and that coupled with night after sleepless night made me decide to keep him home so that he could sleep in, because that makes sense, right? He'd get the extra sleep he needed, and a little extra rest to help his ailing body fight this cold.
Except he didn't sleep in. He got up ten minutes after the time I usually have to drag him out of bed, and was up to joyously wave his sister out the door to the bus. Forget "Man plans, God laughs;" around here it's "Mom plans, children cackle viciously."
Still, because Atticus loves to help and he obviously wasn't as sick as I'd been led to believe, he got to spend a glamorous morning learning how to properly scrub toilets, clean his own mattress, and plant egg carton seeds. Believe it or not, he appeared to enjoy all activities equally, although he was a little concerned when he found out that I put one of my favorite cleaning agents in his food regularly (baking soda, so just calm down, DHS). I tried to explain how I use it in different ways and keep it in different containers depending on where I use it in the house, but he remains unconvinced that I'm not perpetrating a terrible crime against our family. I think the next time he questions me on it, I'll just shrug and tell him, "Have it your way, bud, but that means no more cookies- I use baking soda in 99% of my cookie recipes." There's no chance this could backfire like all my other plans. [Heavy, somewhat bitter sarcasm.]
Somehow I didn't get a picture of the scrubbing or the cleaning, but I did get one of the planting.
What's in our cartons this spring?
Long Island Cheese squash, apparently named (according to the back of the packet) because they look like a wheel of cheese. I love Seed Savers Exchange, as they're dedicated to preserving heirloom varieties of plant species. In a perfect world, I would only buy my seeds from SSE, but as I am a deeply flawed human being, that never happens. I also tell my children, "NoOooOoo, there aren't any sweets hidden in special, precious pockets of this house!"
The sinful, mass-produced seeds that we planted were
because how the heck am I supposed to resist a squash bearing the name "Turks Turban"? (Although I keep questioning whether or not there should be an apostrophe somewhere in that name, and where.) Also some sunflower seeds from last year, because I always have a couple different varieties of sunflower seeds tucked away, and then some pumpkin seeds that allowed me to feel extremely superior, having harvested and dried them myself.
And now, because I'm too lazy to find a way to tie the end of this post up with a bow, here is a picture of Caedmon I took mere minutes ago.
Pretty sure we were talking about superheroes, as that is his superhero stance. This hero's genesis story would no doubt talk about the tragic loss of first his parents, and then his neck.