Luna’s favorite place, other than the middle of the couch, is the rug in our kitchen. It’s also where she does most of her head-tilting.
This is like trumpet practice, but different. She gets extremely cute at 12 seconds. And, it’s only 13 seconds long.
My 12 year old son came home with a monumental packet of papers on Ancient Civilizations tonight. There were 10 pages of notes fastened to the back of it. In total, he handed me 48 pages on Aztecs, Mississippians, Mayans and Incas, then exclaimed, “This is ALL on the test tomorrow!”
Tomorrow.
After I finished work and made dinner, I borrowed some blank notecards from my daughter and got to work listing the key facts, dates, and giving him anagrams to remember information.
“The Incas were from PEACH, but it’s a B instead of an H. Peru, Ecuador, Argentina, Chile and Boliva. Or, it could be BEACH, with a P instead of the H. Either way, there’s an EACH in there, but the H is really a P or a B. Got it?”
I won’t tell you what I did with the Mayans BEGHM. Okay, it was BEGAN, but the A is really an H and the N is really an M. I WAS HELPING HIM THE ONLY WAY I KNEW HOW, PEOPLE.
After nearly two hours of this desperation and certainty of his failure, a few minutes ago he looked at me and said, “Mom, there is one good thing about this test.”
“Really? What could be good about needing to know all this information by tomorrow?”
With no idea of the palpitations I had been having for the last 120 minutes he took a matter-of-fact tone and said, “Well, I’m allowed to look at my notes.”
Oh, look at me, sitting here staring at a blank page. Folks, this is what NO IDEA looks like.
I can’t call it writer’s block, because I’m writing – or typing – whatever. The problem is that I have nothing of substance to say. Not today. Today was draining. Except for coffee with a friend early this morning and the fact that two of my son’s teachers told me they think he’s awesome and he’s progressing beautifully. Those things filled me up, at least temporarily.
Also, I’m still breathing. I have that going for me. But, sometimes you need a little extra and today the extra was just not there.
Thank goodness that tomorrow is a new day. Also, the night is young and I just cracked my second Budweiser.
Actually, I have more going for me than I originally thought. Cheers!
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