a noble profession
Maya said something shocking to me today: “When I grow up, I want to be a ballerina. Or a window-washer.”
That’s all it took to get me to postpone my closet organizing frenzy and dust off Maya’s“Get Ready for 1st Grade” workbook instead. I had grand plans to get through this book when I first brought it home back in June and thus far we’ve completed approximately 12 pages. Out of 416.
After 45 minutes of intensive review I am convinced of the following:
1. I lost a few years of my life this morning.
2. Maya is very smart.
3. She likes to play mind games with me.
“No Mama. I think you are wrong and the book is totally wrong. There is no “i” in plain.”
“For the love of God! Mama is hungry and doesn’t have a lot of patience right now. The book is NOT wrong. The letter “i” is freaking silent!”
“Haha. I knew that Mama. I was just testing you.”
I don’t think I can handle another 398 pages of first grade prep. So please tell me, is a career in window washing really that bad?