It’s officially autumn here in the land of red rocks and I wonder why I dread the end of summer each year. There’s so much to love about fall—the changing colors, the hint of coolness in the air, the loudspeaker blaring the Friday night football game across town, and of course candy corn! Light rain has been toying with us all day, so between classes I curled up in the recliner, threw my fuzzy white blanket across my lap and fell asleep to the sound of light drizzle. Nirvana for the old.
Oh, yeah. Now I remember why I dread fall. School. Not as in teaching school because I love that. Getting my son up for school in the morning and hearing him whine about how badly he detests school is what I hate. Then listening to him complain all afternoon as he does his homework, complain in the evening as he gets his bags ready for the morning and complain again in the morning as he tries to think of every possible reason why he must stay home.
A couple of nights ago, I was helping him with homework and was getting frustrated because he literally spends more time complaining about his homework than in actually doing it. (Yes, I know what literally means and I am not exaggerating, nor do I mean figuratively.) He could sense my mounting irritation because he stopped sniveling long enough to say, “What—am I like a disease to you?”
Of course I couldn’t stop laughing at that. A disease? I toned it down a bit and had a little more patience after that because I don’t want my son to feel like he is the chicken pox, nor even the hangnail, of my life. Nope. He's the big bowl of Brach's candy corn mixed with Planters Dry Roasted Peanuts.