Mother’s Day Comes Early

My alarm clock did not go off this morning. That is to say, I don’t set my alarm any more because Josh bounds into my bedroom like Tigger at a predictable hour every morning and monologues until I drag myself out of bed. He also continues talking for about the next hour without coming up for air (I’ve got to find out how he does that!), so there’s little danger of my falling back asleep.

So this morning I snoozed him (told him to come back in 5 minutes), and an hour and a half later I woke up, shocked at what time it was. While I was making my coffee, Josh came downstairs. “What happened to 5 minutes?” I asked. “I got distracted playing withBethany,” he answered. “And I wanted to let you sleep.”

A compassionate alarm clock.

So I made the kids pancakes and sat down at my computer with my coffee. Josh offers, “So I guess we should start homeschool, huh?” “Yeah, I suppose so…” I said. I glanced over, and Josh and Bethany had highly suspicious grins on their faces.

“We’re not going to do homeschool today,” saidBethany. Uh oh…homeschool strike. I wonder what their terms are. This was obviously premeditated, and they have a plan.

But no…turns out they had already done all of their work except for what I had to read to them out loud! A whoop and a holler from me, hugs all around, and I feel like it’s Christmas. I really love doing school with them, but what a nice surprise when I thought we’d be working into the afternoon because of my late start!

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