School is here again after a week of no classes.
The mutants are ecstatic about going back to school.
They were jumping like three little monkeys jumping on the bed — I am now ready to sing — when we mentioned that vacation is over.
“I am so exciiiiited! Hooray! Hooray!”
That was Toni grinned from ear to ear, clapped her hands, headbanged like a rockstar and then raised her arms in victory.
“Yes,” she said, “I am going back to school.”
The high energy was sustained until bedtime with the brothers sharing the excitement of being picked up by their carpool driver, Tatz, and spending two hours in school to “study and sing with classmates.”
Nick’s words.
I have never seen children with so much love for school; not even myself when I was the eager beaver school girl who read all her textbooks in advance.
Seriously?
Children who are happy that vacation days are over?
It is ultra rare.
“You won’t get reactions like that when they’re 10,” said a friend who is contending with a house with two tweens and three teens.
The last five days, I chose to stay in the house to focus on a technical paper for graduate school. My study/work corner would rival a secretary’s physical records bin. I have way too much sheets of paper to deal with and I am moving in snail’s pace to get things done.
Lagging me behind is my slow computer and my problematic hands. I get spasms when I type for more than one hour so I have to rest every now and then. But my brain is faster than my hands so now, I have resulted to voice recording whatever is in my head so I will not forget anything.
The downside to this is phone and SD card memory storage. I got so many recordings, it can put Nixon’s Watergate scandal to shame.
I finished writing the paper at 3:05 a.m. of November 5. The file was 381 MB. It was 60 pages long; two reports in one file. It underwent plagiarism check, spelling and grammar check and… triple checking of facts and conformity to the APA style. I do not know what else to do. I am already almost five days late from the deadline. I uploaded the file and convinced myself that I can finally sleep. Except that I am experiencing bouts of insomnia in the last three months and the only effective way for sleep to catch me is by watching movies on Netflix.
But I was not in the mood to watch Netflix. So… here I am writing my weariness and my anxiety away. I am thinking of making bacon for breakfast. Bacon and pancakes. I will throw in some roasted potatoes (“Did Jeff buy potatoes?” asked my brain) for added flavor.
JJ is now awake.
The curse of sending your kids to bed at 6 p.m.
I haven’t closed my eyes yet. But hey, I’m a mother.
“What do you want for breakfast?” I asked my youngest child.
“Buwad and rice,” was the reply.
