Tutoring…what a mixed blessing that is right now. Any job. But this one—it’s perfect, right? I work at home, the girls can play or watch a movie while I work, and my brain gets some stimulation while I make a little money—actually, hour for hour, more money than teaching (by far). Except that this equation has a missing variable.
She is making me crazy. Yesterday I worked with Rachel for 90 minutes, and the last twenty had Maeve clinging to my leg crying hysterically because I was ignoring her. She’d been asleep the rest of the time. Sophia was wise enough to high tail it out of the house and go begging at neighbors’ doors to let her in and away from her boring mother.
Today is Rachel and then immediately followed by Angela. That promises to be 2 ½ hours of math with Mike working late at Monsanto and Maeve watching “My Neighbor Totoro” for the 12th time this week.
On the other, lucrative hand, Rachel is basically going to pay for Christmas this year.
I guess Maeve will just have to tough it out. On Sunday I talked with Peggy and with Ann about their kids and potential summer work and next school year or years to come. Rachel is going to be done with math FOREVER on June 16; Angela is a sophomore and won’t be around much longer. I don’t like to advertise and wind up with aggravating children whose parents don’t know me or my crazy daughters. The summers I worked at MICDS were tortuous. I made a ton of money, but it was spent in bribes for Sophia and babysitting. Plus the parents expected miracles and for me to join their personal staffs. Not too cool for little old socialist me.
This weekend we’re heading out of town towards Rock Eddy Bluff, on the Gasconade River, where we will “rough it” in fully functional houses with plumbing, electric stoves, and comfy queen sized beds. But there are canoes and a campfire (last time, I kept a campfire going such that I used one match all weekend. I hope to match that (har har) this weekend as well). I’ll have Sophia soak up as much natural history as her brain will hold in that short time and we’ll listen for the owls and whip-poor-wills in the evening. I love that place. It makes me want to own my own land out in the Ozarks, but then I would have to do stuff like mowing and plumbing. It’s nice to just go lie in the hammock and slowly shut my eyes, letting the past month or so of rushing around just kind of fall away. Ah. I am there already in my mind, which is a bad thing, since I’m tutoring in 3 hours. What? Compound interest? Augmented matrices? Look at the hickory tree…hear the river…ah.