For the last month, my kids (mostly the fashion-conscious daughters) have been asking, daily, "Mom, what's the temperature going to be today?" For the last month, the temperature has been HOT...not horrible, mid-July in Savannah hot, but above 80. Shorts and t-shirt weather. The other day, I finally said, "It's summer. It will be summer until October. Dress for summer." Except for that first winter we were here, seasons seem to be Summer, Not Quite Summer, and Not Quite Winter. Summer dominates.
All that remains of the school year: editing final papers with my two oldest, a few tests that need grading and reviewing with students, two sections of a standardized tests for 3 students, and filling in bubbles for the other 8 sections of those tests that were done but the forms got ruined by water (a very sore topic here).
Then I have to do grades. I hate that part.
My kids are very unhappy that I've decided they will not spend the entire summer watching TV or playing Sid Meyer's Civilization on the computer. I know, I know: Mean Mommy. I have some specific educational assignments (math fact drills at xtramath.org: a free website, typing lessons using Keyboard Classroom, a few minutes of piano, spelling for my bad spellers, reading for my slow readers, leisure reading for all). All told, I'll give them an hour of electronic usage for an hour of educational activity. They complained and said that it was tyranny, unfair, that they had never heard of such abusive practices in the modern Western world. I suggested that if I could find other parents who made their children do work over the summer they would agree I was right and just. They thought for a minute and then decided no, regardless of other parents' choices for their children, they would still find school in summer terrible for them.
My sister tells me that her children need to do 2 hours of reading for 1 hour of TV/computer. I can't wait to tell my kids how lucky they are.
Yesterday, instead of finishing up school, I drove westerly for a few hours to have lunch with friend and blog-reader Kris. She gifted me with some tiny little pajamas for the new baby. My kids all exclaimed, "Oh! How cute!" in that special high-pitched tone reserved for babies, puppies and kittens. We're all getting pretty excited here. Last night, I had everybody push on my abdomen where they could feel quite distinctly a hard lump that was either the head or the bottom of the baby. Poor little thing, getting beaten up before birth. I think it was the bottom end, because I felt such intense pressure on my bottom of my diaphragm...like somebody was standing on it.
I have somebody coming on Thursday to look at our stuff and decide how long it will take to pack up and what supplies they will need. The plan is to have the movers come about a month from now to take most of our stuff and store it for a month. We'll live in a mostly empty house for a month until the baby is born. Doesn't that sound great?
Now I just need to find a house in Tampa that cooperates with the timeline. Oh, and the baby needs to be born no earlier than June 23rd and hopefully no later than July 4th. Outside that window, things get even more complicated than they already are.