The Invisible Wishing Tree

Today was the first day back at school for the older kids. We had a skiff of snow yesterday giving them an extra long holiday. It was a gift. One last lazy day spent in pajamas, eating pancakes with buttermilk syrup, closer to lunch time than to breakfast!

Fast forward to this morning,over cold cereal in a cold kitchen Mason was fussing that he had to go back to school while I kept wetting his head with cold water trying to slick down the rooster hair that refused to acknowledge that it was indeed a school day. “Maybe Miss. B won’t be there today.” He said.

At 2:30 I rushed to get out of my pajamas(I was totally in denial) and rushed up the hill to pick the kids up from school. Mason greeted me with a big smile and an even bigger hug. “Mom, I think there must be an invisible wishing tree in our kitchen!” he exclaimed. “This morning I wished Miss B wouldn’t be at school today and she wasn’t!”

And now, I’m off to the kitchen to wish for some freshly baked cookies, a cleaner house, and a school schedule that doesn’t start until, say, 10:30 a.m.