Tomorrow was to be "Back To Workout Day"... but Neil went to bed complaining of "not feeling good" and so I think I may be home with him. (Of course, given that I've skipped working out for two weeks in a row I am glad of a "real" excuse to not go. Two weeks skipped? It's easy-peasy to skip two months.) Neil LOVES school and never misses any. Last week I let Gus stay home (he was up until after 11pm with his cousins and would have been a NIGHTMARE to wake up and probably a nightmare in school, so I kept him hom (he slept until almost 11a.m.) Neil was up and out the same morning with nary a backward glance... He has a great teacher whom he loves, loves, loves. The nice thing for me is that I never have to question his motives : if he says he "doesn't feel good" then he doesn't feel good.
Gus is very, very, very, very, very sad because his teacher is moving away. I knew he'd be sad, but the day that she told the class the news he got off the bus, asked me if I knew about Mrs. Curtin moving away and then walked away from me trying to hide his tears. He pretty much cried all day. It was heartbreaking. This is NOT a kid given to tears or drama. He is still horribly sad about it but is comforted by being able to blame Mrs. Curtin's husband for accepting a job offer in Virginia. The new line now is "I'm so mad at Stu"... there are far less tears now that he has moved on to annoyance.