Freshman year is one for the books
I'm not sure who is happier that school is out for summer, Margaret or me.
Getting up at 6 a.m. to get breakfasts and lunches ready for Bill and Mar and then driving Mar to school and then working my full day has really worn me down. But I know that Margaret is equally exhausted.
Margaret's freshman year has been quite the challenge. On top of a full class schedule, Margaret has been taking guitar and drums lessons and ballet and jazz dance lessons. Phew, I'm tired just driving her around.
But it was all worth it.
Margaret pulled a report card of all As, including three A+ grades.
One of the A+ grades was in her Honors Literacy class. Bill and I had to fight Margaret and eventually had to give her an ultimatum to get her to take Honors Lit. She was sure it was going to be too much for her. Turns out it wasn't too much, she excelled and kicked all kinds of literacy ass.
I am so proud of her and, honestly, I'm in awe of her work ethic.
We never have to remind her to get her work done. Ever. I have no idea when or how she does her homework. All I know is that she gets the work done and that work earns her As. So, I just keep making lunches and driving her to lessons.
I've become a Margaret cheerleader which is quite possibly the funnest job a mama can have.
But now it's summer. Bill is done with school and so is Mar. I'm still working and will be for most of the summer. Regardless, "summer" for me means no more early mornings. And means one happy haute mama.