Well, here I am at 2 in the morning on the night before our weekly homeschool group. Tomorrow shall be pleasant. Or blurry. All I know is, we have to buy a pack of sugar-free gum for Garrison's friend and insert eight pages somewhere in Eilean's binder. There are some other things that have to get done, too, but they will surely present themselves in the form of loud verbal requests in the five seconds before we have to go. Forgive my frustration. I am really sleepy on account of I actually miss my husband, who happens to be gone on some work-related conference thing.
On a funny note, today was the day that I sang out the Latin conjugations in the van on the way home from something. Presently, Garrison began making this odd choking, gagging sound, which of course always makes a mom whip her head completely around. He said he was fine, but that he was trying not to laugh at my singing. I guess that's good. I mean, he could have been sinking into his seat with embarrassment, knowing that I am his mother. But instead, it's just hilarious to him that I can't sing. Well, good. Now off to sleep? Maybe?
