It is like 90 degrees right now, and I'm stalling on going to the grocery store. The heat isn't the reason for the delay, although I've been telling my husband for a week that it is too hot to shop in the middle of the day, and won't he just pick up a gallon of milk? No, the Lazy is the reason. And the Busy. But mostly the Lazy.

Despite catapulting myself into the school year with vigor, it is still a chore to get the kids up and out (let alone happy) by 8 am each morning. They would rather lie in my big bed and watch cartoons. They've been asking me to homeschool, because they are under the delusional impression that homeschool = no work and all play.

Not so! I assure them. No! Homeschooled children finish their school work in less hours, freeing them up for more chores. More chores! Thank your lucky stars you are at school where they give you a recess. Homeschoolers don't get recess. Nope. They get to clean the bathroom. Or rake leaves. Or churn butter. Yeah.

Wait. Why am I not homeschooling? Oh yes, that's right. Because I'm actually making all that up.

With the speedy demise of the summer, and the rapid rise of the mercury, I've been feeling like I was tricked. Where is fall? Why is it still summer? Why are my kids still fighting? Wny does digging a moat take so much effort? Where are my bon-bons?

Once again, I'm at the mercy of a schedule not of my making. And while it makes me get dressed before noon, and sometimes shower, too, I've got that sneaking suspicion that I'm not very good at this whole thing. This busy, scheduled, responsible thing.

Sneaking suspicion. Bwahahahaha! I crack myself up. I know I'm no good at this stuff, but I'm determined to return forms on time, and send kids to school with both shoes matching and in the right size this year.

Did I write about that? When I sent my son to kindergarten wearing one yellow rainboot, size 12 and one red rainboot, size 10, both in a left foot model? His teacher took on look at his feet and grinned. And I raced home and finally found a matching pair of tennis shoes for my kid. When I returned to put them on, the kids were at recess and the other kindergarten teachers were all beaming at me. "That kinda morning, huh?" one of them asked.

Yeah. Aren't they all that kinda mornings?