My mom is forbidden from talking about the specific details of her work but did you know that legislators do not write their own bills? Ask my mom anything you want about issues such as surface mining, anthropogenic carbon dioxide storage trust funds, or the rate at which fireworks are taxed. Her brain is now littered with information that must have mattered to someone at some time for some reason.
Instead of our afternoons being filled with reading and playing and napping like before, we are juggling our schedules and trying in vain to make it all fit together. I have joined Casita and now stay at school until 5:30. My transition (and only mine) has gone smoothly; I started napping on the very first day - much to everyone's surprise. (And my mom is really suffering without her afternoon nap. No number of iced lattes can replace sleep.) Even though I tell my mom I cry about her when I am at Casita, the truth is that I love it. I enjoy having lunch with my friends, followed by a nap, and then two hours of outdoor play. Six of the ten children in my class now go to Casita. And my regular teacher is the nap helper so she rubs my back while I nod off. Then she sings to me when I wake up. Casita has helped to regulate my sleep schedule. I am ready for bed by 8:00 and this is a huge improvement for a night owl like me.
The worst part though is the commute. Rush hour has become considerably more intense than what you see in the photo below.
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