Thanks to all the snow days, Noah and Ezra's school added a full extra week to the year. However, I am officially calling foul on this extra week, because it appears to be utter bullshit.
There's no homework, band practice or library visits. Desks were thoroughly emptied on Monday. Every notebook, workbook, and folder already came home. Even Noah's paper textbook covers are sitting in the pile, along with all their crayons and pencils. We live close enough to the school that I can hear playground noise practically non-stop.
When I asked Ezra what he was even DOING at school I got a convoluted report of extra story time, movies and building a fort out of empty boxes in the art room.
Noah simply shrugged and said, "Nothing."
Which, fine! It's like a week of daycare, for free! But honestly I think we'd all just rather sleep in a little bit and not have to worry about finding clean shirts and matching socks and packing lunches even though today and tomorrow are HALF DAYS and yet lunch still happens at school and that will never make sense to me.
(At least Ezra agreed to buy his lunch and use up the last money in his account, although the school lunch menu for June is ALSO bullshit, like the cafeteria staff clearly just went FUCK VEGETABLES LET'S JUST EAT PIZZA AND HOT DOGS EVERY DAY IT'S A PARTAYYYYY.)
Next week everybody will be home at the same time, and I have Big Plans to present each child with a custom agenda each morning: What chores they are expected to accomplish (complete with everybody having a dedicated Do Your Laundry Day), what outside activity they will engage in and for what length of time (they are all such Inside Kids it's borderline embarrassing, so I literally have to force them to play outside), some kind of reading/flash card/educational pursuit, and of course, screen/Xbox shifts for everybody because I'm not completely delusional.
Then Noah starts a four-week social skills program, Ezra's picked an art camp, and since Ike thoroughly enjoyed his preschool's summer camp I think I might go ahead and sign him up for one of the county's camps.
(I know I seem way behind the eight-ball on summer childcare but it's more because 1) I had no idea what my workload was even going be like, freelance/contract-wise, and 2) my kids can certainly be a distraction but they're all honestly getting self-sufficient enough to not require constant supervision. As a three-pack they can get pretty fight-y/tattletale-ish so I arranged the schedule to keep most of June/July at a one-in-camp-two-at-home ratio. We'll see how it goes.)
Wow, this ended up being super boring, but I've typed enough words that abandoning the post would annoy me too much.
So I guess I'll just wrap things up with some rando pet photos and then go microwave a burrito or something. Truly a thrilling day here at Yellow House.
Beau likes to sleep on the guest bed in my office like a little person. You have no idea what it takes to resist just turning off the laptop and spooning with him all day. Although I don't know how happy he'd be about sharing his pillow.
So I got a little nervous about the cats possibly popping out the window screens while lying in the windowsills, so I figured I'd outsmart them and open the top panes instead. I took this photo seconds after Finn climbed up the window, spider-pig style, and seconds before he lunged at a bug and knocked out the entire screen. (It startled him and he jumped inside and not out, but I officially need to correct my early prediction that Rey would be the one to kill us all. They are equally united in their quest to give me a goddamn heart attack.)