Please, don't call the truant officers. Don't call CPS. Don't even call my husband. I'm sorry. I'm really, really, really sorry, but the weather is just too gorgeous.
I mean, come on! It is the mid-70's. The skies are so blue. There is a lovely, cool breeze blowing. The humidity is even under control. It is p-e-r-f-e-c-t outside.
We tried to do some school. We really tried. But we had to have a picnic in the backyard. We had chickens to hug and feed worms. We had a few flowers to transplant. We had to lay on a blanket in the sun and soak up some vitamin D. We had to give Isaiah a tummy rub. We had to listen to the birds. And, my word, we had to swing. How can you not swing in weather like this?
Hey, I hung two loads of laundry on the line. I was so busy saving the planet I didn't have time to do any more than we did today.
I hope you all can forgive me. I'm trying to forgive myself. The biggest problem - I think tomorrow is supposed to be just as wonderful.