Rocky was supposed to start preschool this morning, but had a fever and aches last night, so was banned from class. I realized, as I breathed an unexpected sigh of relief, that she’s excited and probably totally ready – it’s only two half days a week, after all – but I’m feeling melancholy about it. My baby, the one I was going to keep clutched to my homeschoolin’ bosom for the rest of her life, going to learn from another woman. She’ll probably start calling her Mama and asking for her nukins.
I am in the middle of my internship, my foot is still broken and the boot is now making my low back seize up all day long. Did somebody say, “take six weeks off”? My doctor, maybe?
In happier news, Rukan has been asked by the owner/director of the massage school to come and join their faculty! Isn’t that awesome? She got her license there 14 years ago. All we need now is for Rocky to grow up so she can go there.
The really wacky part is, Ru is going to be assistant-teaching my class. For an entire semester.
I’m a little worried about the no sex with students rule . . .