Hey Good Lookin' What 'Cha Got Cookin'?

My Man is on sabbatical during the month of September.  The dictionary says that a "sabbatical is a period of time during which someone such as a university teacher can leave their ordinary work and travel or study."  I have been less than eager for the sabbatical for a few reasons.  First, I enjoy the ordinary work that my man does, second travel is OK, but I've been known to get homesick on vacation.  The whole idea of it is very new to me.  I've heard of people going on sabbatical and all, but I didn't know how it would work out here in real life, at The Wright Place. 

I love the known.  I treasure the known.  If something is on the horizon in my life that I'm unfamiliar with, I read all about it until I'm well versed on the topic.  There exists little out there in "Known-land" about how to guide a football player, a budding pianist, a fresh kindergardener, and a yet-to-be-potty-trained two-year-old, not to mention a home-body wife and a can-I-have-some-space-on-the-school-table? minister/husband through the experience of sabbatical. I have finally learned how to at least spell the word S-A-B-B-A-T-I-C-A-L.

My Man, being the right-angle, planner-in-holster kind of guy has been for the last 12 months, attempting to discuss going on sabbatical with me and up until about four months ago, I successfully thwarted his best efforts.  I just didn't want to talk about what I couldn't figure out. If I didn't talk about it, surely it wouldn't happen right?  A few months ago, when I was trapped in the seatbelt of our van on the way home from vacation, My Man succeeded in talking at to me about his tentative plans for September.  I grudgingly helped and suggested and quite accidentally began to look forward just a teensy-weensy bit to the upcoming adventure.

As it happens, before I am even good and unpacked from vacation, here I am in September...

...ON SABBATICAL!  

Well, My Man is on Sabbatical and the kids and I are pretty much doing what we do in September--school.  We did begin a few weeks earlier than we normally do to take into account a few "teacher-travel" days.  Otherwise, except for "donating" a few feet of school space to Daddy and adjusting to having him underfoot around a bit more during the day, AND not sending him off to what can seem like endless evening meetings, things are pretty normal.

EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE REALLY COOL THING THAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING...

I may or may not complain a bit about how I HATE, DETEST, LOATHE I mildly dislike fixing lunch for the family day in and day out.  I just seem to get the toast crumbs and milk spills cleaned up when one or two or thirty-eight children appear telling me how hungry they are and is it lunch time yet? If I had my way we would permanently skip lunch time.  I am however, very ALONE in this.  So, I sigh and grumble and fix lunch and fix lunch and fix lunch and then, (you know the drill), once lunch is cleaned up it's time to start supper whaaaaa whaaaa whaaaaa.  The "angel" on my other shoulder says that I should be thankful for a fridge full of food and a family with healthy appetites and a home with functioning kitchen.  I am very thankful for each of those things and this week, this very first week of Sabbatical I am thankful for one thing more...

Would you please look at this?

A beautiful lunch of nachos grande 

prepared lovingly for us by...

...MY MAN!

Yesterday he took us to McDonald's and the day before he made us gourmet PB&J sandwiches!  Balm to my weary lunch blues!

I LOVE Sabbatical!!

(so far...)

**I know that the calendar above is not for this current year, it is a really neat one from the 50s! Thanks anyway for your concern ;-) it would be very like me to be motoring about in the wrong year!!