Well, they all survived the first day of school. Jack ran out yelling, “That was so much fun!” Aimee told me all about her little Reading Buddy, a first grader that sits beside her. Trevor tried to switch into an economics class with a less annoying prof. I baked cookies.
We went out for dinner, to celebrate. Jack, unfortunately, wasn’t coping, and it was a miserable affair. Oh, well, I said. We can’t do this again for a few months anyway, since Trevor is nearly unemployed now. Maybe by the next time he’ll be civilized.
Back to the grind tomorrow. It was strange having a day off during the week. Although I don’t miss shiftwork, that is the singular advantage, time to do stuff. But even with all the stuff to do, I played on my computer and read books. That’s it. What do parents of school-agers do during the day, anyway? I guess they have hobbies. Maybe I don’t have hobbies because I don’t have time. Maybe if I had a hobby, I’d make time.
Anyway, I need to go to bed early to recover from my stressful day, out of my element. I’ll feel better tomorrow, back with the cancer patients. The scholars did well, though, all three. I’m glad.