I am officially a bad parent. I haven’t scheduled the Fall parent teacher conferences. At this point I know to a T what will be said in them. They’ll say Leo is a good student but isn’t good at asking for help if he needs (See: apple and tree). They usually seem to like him because he meets their eyes and smiles at their jokes. He’s a nice boy that Leo is. Sometimes they’ll throw in a wildcard like telling me he is funny but that’s pretty much it. Owen’s teachers will smile and sigh at the same time, and tell me he’s bright and a good student but he’s not so good at getting his work in. Then we all usually end up laughing at something they say he said or that we tell him that he said. We leave and get ready to do the exact same thing all over again the following semester. Eh. I’m just a bit worn down. How the hell do people do this with lots of children?
I’ve got a busy week coming up. Lots to do at work, then Thursday evening off to Space in Evanston to see the Flamin Groovies, then back probably that night, work meetings and events on Friday, work all day Saturday at our Open House and then have to attend a couple of work events on Sunday, then another week at work and then BOOM, Peter Case and the debut of the Taxi Boys. And then it’s November. Help!
Oh, by the way, I've been listening to Peter Case's newest album, Hwy 62. God it's good.
In the spirit of fall…do we call this Native American Corn now?
And yes, this would look better if the laundry wasn’t at the table, but I try to be honest, for better or worse….