"Mommy, you didn't sign off on my reading homework! I can't sign for you... (says the 7 year old - who has been caught signing for me before on his homework), so I guess I'll just have to read with Ms. Q. I like her. Did you know that my teacher is part Indian, part German, part Irish, part American? She's part everything! But she's not a Leprachaun."
Now that Xav is on his bus I wander through the house to look for Austin, who should have been walking up the hill to school 10 minutes ago. When I tell him that, he looks at me and than spends the next 5 minutes wandering around in a mimed slow motion. He even insisted on mimicking everything I said in slow motion back to me.
No matter how cranky they can get on the way out the door, they always pause long enough for hugs and kisses. And than they vanish into the big wide world of pencil shavings, lunch boxes, chewed on books, dented desks and chalk boards. 6 hours and 48 minutes left for me to get papers filed, notices posted, rent receipts wrote, bank run, laundry washed, random maintenance parts ordered..... all before they arrive back home again.
