Monday, September 29, 2008
This and That...
School has been in session for almost a month now and my kids are settled into their routines in the manner I expected.
The twelve year old, a voracious reader with art house taste in music, movies and many things ever since he could talk, has to be threatened daily with a book burning to rival the great Chicago fire to get him to concentrate on his homework. His copy of the latest Christopher Paolini book arrived Friday, but I'm holding it hostage in lieu of some Science fair homework. We won't get started on my hatred of Science Fair projects which seem to be more for me than for him. Could we teach the students some science before we force them to come up with a concept on their own and then burn down, chop down, or otherwise make their homes uninhabitable with their efforts at experiments? I'll save the balance of that rant for another day.
His younger brother, the Spongebob Squarepants aficianado, comes home from school and knocks his homework right out so that he can get down to the serious business of watching Patrick emerge from under his rock house for the umpteenth time or listening to Squidward insult his two hapless neighbors. It drives my husband crazy that the 'spare' doesn't seem to have the same burning passion for reading that the 'heir' does. But I've told him to give him time. He'll get around to what moves him soon enough and I'm in no hurry for him to grow old. He's also a purposeful sort, always has been, so I'm sure that once his priority shifts to reading serious literature, he'll make it known to one and all.
In the meantime, I'm just glad that at least twice a week, for six glorious hours, I have the house to myself to read, write, attack or ignore the housewifery or to do whatever captures my imagination. It heightens my anticipation of seeing my loved ones when they do finally emerge from wherever they've been all day, be it school or work. I'm always glad to see them.