Where are we headed?
I am not at the voting booth.
A is not at school, but at home studying from his Kingfisher History of the World.
Should I admit that I went totally cuckoo after the math teacher revealed she really had no idea if A did his work or not...and then send A back to school? Should we step into our old routine, full-time? A doesn't seem to care either way, except for his friendships at the school. "I prefer learning at home," he keeps repeating.
These are times that I wish I was married, and had manly voice to which I could hand over the phone to folks like the Christopher Walken lady math teacher, and say, "Here is my husband. Listen to his manly, deep voice. Now shake in your boots, missy."
Or at least, someone with whom I could discuss these decisions and then maybe later get a much-needed backrub.
picture is of A walking home.