Back to school for the kid and back to school for me. Last night I packed his lunch, the hubby’s lunch, my lunch. Stuck them in the refrigerator. This morning, I put the kid’s lunch at his place on the table. Finished up hubby’s lunch and did the same. Made some breakfast for us; bacon and eggs for the kid, bacon and toast for the hubby, toast for myself. Had a fight with the teenrager because I dared offer him a drink. Sent everyone off, sent myself off …
First day was great – started with that argument with the kid, followed by thinking I was running late for my first class. Turned out I was an hour early. Which was fine, because I’d forgotten to print out a parking pass. And that would have been okay, except that all of the print labs were still closed.
They finally opened and I got that done, ran the temporary permit out to my car, met a friend and headed up to class.
It’s a small class and I’m not going to discuss it here. But I am happy with it for the most part.
Half way through class I realized that my lunch was still at home in the fridge. Three quarters of the way through class, my stomach made a growl that could be heard in every corner of the room.
This blog may suffer some in the next week. And then I will switch to one post a week.
Right now though, homework!