I was feeling a little sad this morning (Wednesday) as I walked Mr. P to school for the first time in a month. "If I didn't have a job," I was thinking, "I could volunteer for all the field trips and not have to think for a second about my leave balance."
Ten minutes in, though, as the rain came down heavier and heavier on our good old-fashioned walking field trip, I came to my senses and realized that it is only because I'm working that we have a nanny and I can go on a field trip in the sopping rain without dragging Baybo through the muck along with us.
As the rain kept coming, I worriedly (and helplessly) monitored the water resistance of my charges' jackets and noticed that my long rain coat was keeping the top of me very dry by routing all the rain onto two spots of my jeans, one above each knee. Soon, those two spots were soaked through and I started to feel a little rivulet running down each leg. I thought about how disastrously this all would have gone if I'd tried to bring Baybo along and was grateful to have been saved from that predicament.
Now I'm feeling a cold coming on and finding myself a bit unhappy at the thought of having to take a sick day, because I would maybe rather be at work! So I think the job thing is working out well, even if it has meant less time for some things.
I feel like I have a bit more patience for the evening hours, which are always the worst (outside of the morning hours...). I nearly lost it in frustration trying to get Mr. P to do his math homework this evening, but started singing the "three digit subtraction with regrouping" problems to him instead. (I'm sure this sounds treacly, but we have had so little happy homework interaction that you're just going to have to deal with hearing about this one.)
Me: 2 minus 5, what do we do?
Him: Go next door and borrow some more!
Me: Cross out the 5 and write a...
By golly, it turned into a really fun jam for both of us, stamping the beat and finishing each other's lines. It was remarkably good for him! Just like he (usually) likes it when I chant handwriting cues to him ("U is a smile, then down! E is a drive, then around! W goes bump bump bump bump!"), I don't know yet if it's the rhythm or the tonality or both, but he'll actually tune in and work at a reasonable steady pace. Maybe the rhythm attracts his attention so he's not distracted? Maybe he's just bored doing the same kinds of problems over and over (even though he does need the practice) and the added challenge of keeping the beat and maybe even trying to rhyme keeps him entertained? I don't know, but I like it! We could call it hacking the homework.