So Chickadee had a great first day of school, and Monkey had a pretty good first day of homeschooling, but then Chickadee came home with stories about her classes and friends, and THEN had to spend the evening on the computer, taking a seminar to go with her virtual math class (“Is this class conducted in space? Is the math itself all theoretical and based on futuristic robots?”), and while we were prepping dinner Monkey cut his thumb, and suddenly the two weeks until Hippie School begins was FOREVER and it wasn’t FAIR and life was SAD.
Fortunately, Monkey is resilient. Also, we made a LOT of cookies yesterday (I was, uh, teaching him! About sugar and butter!), and as we all know, EVERYTHING is better with cookies. This morning seemed brighter, especially with cookies promised for after lunch. Today is Chickadee’s first full day of school followed by an evening of marching band, so I packed her extras, even. All hail the power of cookies!
Of course, I have an ulterior motive, too: cookies are a great way to make sure my daughter isn’t completely buying into the hive-mind assurance that everyone who isn’t a supermodel is fat. I’m over at Off Our Chests today, wondering how in the world my 5’4″, 85-pound child doesn’t realize that she’s skinny.