Checking In

The Boy pulled his first all night last night. He had an essay due today. He'd been working on it for a couple of weeks. But due to wanting skills in time management, he was behind in his work and he forgot he had a concert performance last night. I asked him whether he could get extra tiime for the essay because of the performance. Surprisingly, he said, "I can't really ask for more time. The essay was assigned a few weeks ago. I could have planned better for it. I'll get it done. School doesn't start till 10 tomorrow."

I stayed up as late as I could but I conked out before midnight. The Man stayed up a bit longer. At 3 am, when I got up to use the washroom, I heard The Boy still pounding away at the computer.

I woke up this morning to the sound of the Libera Boys Choir on the radio. This is the renamed St. Philips Boys Choir. So in the still of the house this morning, I downloaded some songs and drew up my Christmas list to include the choir. Then I put on Il Divo as I feed my fish and tidy up the house.

It's these quiet mornings I cherish, knowing The Boy and The Man are safely tucked in their beds. I feel like I am watching over their sleep to safeguard them. I sip my coffee, look around the house, and say to myself, There are things I still want to do, but I've done well so far.

When The Boy got up, I drove him to the subway. I made him admire my Christmas array of greens outside the house. In the car, he told me about the good grades he's received lately for tests and assignments - 95 for music theory, 90 in math. He hadn't expected to do so well as he doesn't like the teachers, but he's not complaining.

Driving back to the house, the sun is brilliant, there is little traffic on the road. My life is good. I guess angel voices in the morning makes you appreciate everything more.