It is the first Monday of summer vacation. I am already stressed out. We started driver education this morning at 8 sharp (well, not really sharp...we were late and had to stand in the back and face the scolding eyes of the five instructors). Molly was noncommital about being "excited" when we arrived there. But sometimes I forget that it is definitely not cool to be excited about ANYTHING except boys when you're 15. She was decidedly more upbeat when the day was over. She got to drive, along with two other teenagers in the car and they all survived. The schedule is insane, and sleeping in - the one thing I did have to look forward to - is now a joke. Class starts at 7am. Oh well.
Piper started her art class. She hated it. She claimed that everyone was staring at her and the teacher was swearing at them because they used too much paint. However, despite my disappointment that I may have just lost my 1 hour opportunity to knit on Mondays while waiting for the class to let out, I plastered a smile on my face and insisted that it couldn't have been THAT bad. She insisted that indeed it WAS that bad and she would not be going back. We'll see. I could have spent that 60 bucks on yarn and taken her to the park every Monday afternoon.
Knitting...well, I just keep plunking along one stitch at a time and try not to get too irritated when I have to count everything15 times while trying to explain where someones shoes are, what snacks are available, yes I'll drive you there and no, you can't spend the entire day with your boyfriend, etc.etc.
Counting down till September......
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