With Emily home sick today, we didn't do a lot of book work for school. Jake and I play word games where he searches out a word tile after I read it, or I'll point to one and he reads it to me...something like that. We make it up as we go along. I've found that we can accomplish often twice as much learning in play as we can with a book and desk. We had a pretty laid back afternoon watching Edward Scissorhands and Practical Magic. Leirin's bus broke down AGAIN this afternoon and she didn't get home until nearly 5:00. I'd sure like to see some of that education lottery money so we could get these piece of crap, held together with spit and string buses off the road. The buses surely don't need seatbelts or airbags and those big metal bars across the backs of each seat aren't dangerous because the darn buses aren't even running half the time. I'm not one of the ones that railed against the lottery. If somebody wants to piss away a buck on a chance to win a couple million, so be it. I'll even play occasionally. I just don't see education improving in any way because of it. Oh yeah they've set up scholarships for college students...more than half of which are too stupid once they get there to keep the scholarships and the government don't think we need to sink any of the money into early education. It has to go to college. I think maybe we should spend a bit more time making sure they can read when they get there.

Ok, not sure where all that came from. Onward. It was a relaxing afternoon. Good thing too because Doug didn't get to come home and I had to cook supper. I hate cooking supper. My kids hate me having to cook supper. They are about to get used to it now though because aside from Sundays we haven't got to sit down and eat dinner with my husband in over two months now (not counting last night when we drove to the restaurant for dinner just so we could eat supper with him ). Self-employment sucks sometimes.

The weather is loverly these days. I have the windows open in the bedroom because it will be in the 50's tonight and I want to feel every single free degree of it. I'm tired of paying for running air conditioner at this point. I'll take the cheap cool, thank you very much. And I like being able to hear the crickets sing. When Emily was very little she used to have me crack her window when she went to bed so she could hear the crickets. Every night she'd say "Open the window, mommy. I want to hear the crits singing Old McDonald Had a Farm." I'm not sure why she thought it was Old McDonald they were singing, but she did. Tonight she is asleep on the couch in our bedroom. I wonder if she was awake if she'd still think they're singing Old McDonald Had a Farm?

I've noticed that the majority of the time I have to go back and fix a typo it's to fix the word "thing" which I have accidently typed instead of thinK. I wonder why I do that?

Ok...I've just yawned the one hundredth yawn of the last ten minutes. I think I'll call it a night and head on in to bed.