I still smile when I think of those late nights I thought I was studying in college, in pajamas at the student center or in a friend's dorm room. Drinking caffeine, out of my contact lenses and chatting it up, using Physiology as an excuse to be up at ungodly hours.
I love being a night owl...it's only during pregnancy that I take the option to turn in. Heck, what am I saying, I am forced by my body to get to bed (just as it is screaming at me right now...it is definitely past my curfew).
These days, with the holidays approaching and some big celebrations ahead, I am clamoring for every minute not totally bombarded by little ones to craft, to work, and write. I am failing miserably, by the way...handmade presents are running late.
But, I am not the only one burning that midnight oil (though in this case, it was 9 o'clock):
G: "Mom, I want to get this done tonight, I don't mind staying up."
Now, I don't know about you, but I don't remember having a model + written report + oral presentation required from me in the third grade. This is definitely the sign of the times. These all aren't due until Friday but he is "so done" as he eloquently put it. He's read enough about pirates that he's doing pirate talk in his sleep.
He did the research (internet and library) himself, to include finding instructions on how to make this cool ship from a milk carton, and a clothespin pirate. I handled the glue gun for safety, but my boy cut and stitched up that shirt and hat by hand. Proud mama, that I am...he can sew!
Wait...let me take that back...I threaded the needle for him too. However, since I didn't learn how to do that myself until I was in college, I don't have such high expectations from him this time around :) .
Soon enough, I know that he will be doing this past midnight and talking about Physiology. I'm glad I got to be his hang out partner this first time around.