My two school-age kids are able to get on and off the bus outside the high school where I work which saves us (and other teachers with kids) the trouble of finding 30 minutes of before/after school care each day. During the time the girls have spent with me on either end of their school days this year, they've done their share of art work which continually piles up on my side table.
I wish part of my job evaluation was based on how many Crayons I've picked up off my office floor this year. I'd be the best school counselor in history.
Anyway, as I sorted through the pages and pages of artwork and determined which were keepers and which were destined for the garbage, I came across this keeper...
This day had promise.
Heading home for lunch though, I remembered that I had recently agreed to take some "scrap wood" off the hands of a family friend -- thinking maybe some 2x4s or a handful of unused deck boards. If there was any junk in the mix, I figured I'd just throw it in the fire pit and burn off whatever I couldn't use. Well, the wood showed up in my driveway today and I quickly realized that "scrap wood" apparently meant just that -- scrap wood.
I agreed to take this garbage though -- sight unseen -- so apparently I'll be spending one of the early days in the Summer of Tim occupied with some backyard burning.
Bring your marshmallows.
After school, the kids played soccer for a bit in the backyard.
This was fun for a while but went downhill quickly when it came time to clean up. Balking and compaining every step of the way, they did a great job of pushing every one of my irritable buttons. By the time Amy got home, I was just about at the end of my rope.
Cubs and Cards are on.
And at least there was this tonight which cracked me up a little bit.