April 13th. Day 28.

Day 28.

School's back in session.

This transition from Spring Break back to school went much smoother than in years' past. Mostly because we didn't get startled awake at 6AM by our alarms.

I think the boys were legitimately bored last week. The novelty of doing nothing all day for a week, coming off of doing mostly nothing all day for a month, made this strikingly obvious for them.

Little E even asked me to print out all of his assignments so he could get workin'. This was after we went for a nice walk. Yes, I got him to walk. (P.E. = CHECK)

Our screen-free weekend experiment, born out of Big E slugging Little E in the shoulder blade, causing him to lose feeling in his arm, continued into today. Except they must use computers to do their schoolwork. My compromise was allowing Big E to use my desktop, a MAC, which he was oddly against. He had to code a website for an ELA project and he had to research how to do it, because it was different from his PC. But he got it up and running and was so excited to show me:

I was so proud of him for figuring this out. Also me: beep, boop, parenthesis, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT. 

Debits and credits, yes. This computer programming stuff, I can't. (COMPUTER SCIENCE = CHECK!) He's writing a story around the town of Bordeaux, which I guess he's publishing on this website. Again, I have no clue. For all I know, he's just hosing me to play on the computer...

School work wrapped up around 1PM. As our grocery shopper, Mr. Yoy put the kabash on the fancy Lunchables, we were downgraded to these:

The boys are so desperate to have a capri sun, that they would rather eat this garbage, than have me fix them a real sandwich.

Unfortunately for Big E, we could not enjoy a lunch n learn from Professor YouTube today, as we were not partaking in TV (I say this as I hide in the pantry sneaking peaks of Ozark). But it did give us the opportunity to read our latest correspondence from LetterJoy. This was Big E 's birthday present. Monthly copies of historical letters.

 Today we read a letter from Benjamin Franklin, mocking the practice of dueling, in the late 1700s. He made a very good point. I just knew this guy had some good ideas!

Speaking of good ideas, immediately after downing his Lunchable and juice, Big E ran out for his daily-ish 5K, five laps around our hood. 

 I'm gonna barf! - Big E, returning from his run. 

Big E had an online film club meeting around 2:30PM, Little E FaceTimed with his best buddy. I wrote some. And then we all headed back outside for the beautiful afternoon. All of our chalk drawings were washed away during last night's tornados, so we got back to work. Little E asked me to name something for him to draw and teach me about. I casually suggested Earth's orbit around the sun.

 I would like to point out that "MOM" is very close to the sun in this drawing as I am the center of his world.  He downloaded all of his solar system knowledge on me and I was very impressed. (SCIENCE = CHECK)

The boys are getting cleaned up for bed. Big E put on a Famous Fates podcast about Amelia Earhart to listen to while he bubbled away in the jacuzzi tub. It is cranked up to an ear-splitting volume so he can hear it above the jets. As I sat here typing, Big E came running down, straight from the tub, in his towel.

MOM, I JUST HEARD SUCH AN INTERESTING THEORY. THE PODCAST SUGGESTED THAT AMELIA EARHART AND ELEANOR ROOSEVELT WERE GAY AND WERE...YOU KNOW... ANYWAY, THEY SAID FDR CRASHED HER PLANE BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT IT TO GET OUT THAT HIS WIFE WAS GAY. HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT RE-ELECTION.

First of all. It's 9PM and there are a lot of layers in this theory he just dropped in my lap. But it's never too late to do some excellent parenting. I told him that I'd never heard of this theory, but it was entirely possible that AE and ER were girlfriends. I told him that 90 years ago, being openly gay wasn't accepted the way it is today, and that the President might have been worried about his re-election, but it still seemed like a far-fetched theory.

Big E agreed. But also in a way that made me think he has a future in the mafia. 

WHY SPEND $4 MILLION ON A SEARCH AND RESCUE FOR SOMEONE YOU WANTED OUT OF THE PICTURE?

But my favorite part of this story was the way he didn't blink an eye about two women being in love. It was matter-of-fact and that's how it should be.

Good Night, Y'all!