So Mom's starting to get nervous. School starts in one week. It's a huge campus. Mom tends to be a worry wart in the best of times, so this is putting her right over the edge. She's scared that she won't be able to find the correct building, or a place to park. She's afraid she'll be the oldest person in her class. She's convinced her brain has atrophied over the years and she won't be able to keep up with the other students. And on, and on...
Kenzie and I have done our best to console her, but it's an uphill battle. Why, just yesterday Mom was having a conniption fit about the new graphing calculator she had to buy. "This instruction manual might as well be written in CHINESE," she lamented, her hands shaking. "It's no use! I can't even figure out how to put the BATTERIES in!" and then she took to her bed with a cold compress and we weren't allowed to make any noise.
The one upside to all this is that her hours at the McDungeon were cut down to one shift a week, so she'll have plenty of time to study. She's counting on Kenzie and me to keep her focused. I've warmed up my favorite hunkering-down spot by the desk, so I can be right there whenever she needs me to step in and add my special "finishing touches" to her homework. I've already decorated her notebooks with my own distinctive scalloped edging.
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