Summer is over in 16 hrs. 16 hrs and the torture will end. I'm excited when it starts and I'm excited when it ends. By the end of 75 days of 24/7 kids I am done. Like the turkey whose just popped its temperature button thingy. Done, done, done. Put. A. Fork. In. Me.They are just so ON TOP OF ME right now. Literally. How. HOW can they love me sooo much? I don't know, but I'm thinking I've had just about enough love to strangle a person to death.
I'm looking forward to the routine. The structure. To someone else taking the brunt of at least 1 of my kids for most of the week. I do feel that if I had the money I might ship them off to boarding school with a smile on my face. Imagine all the quiet. All the morning drama I'd avoid. Imagine how much I would loooooove them all summer long. Oh and the holidays would be so joyous and happy. The family reunited. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Right?
Anyway, enough of that far fetched day dream.
I just met this year's kindergarten teacher, she seems nice. Actually, she knows some really good friends of mine in the civilian world so I'm thinking it will be o.k. In a couple hours we will find out just how much drama the 5th grader will have. Whose the teacher? Who else is in the class? Whose flashing their cell phone, you know, the one that she will never in a million years get? Who cut their hair? And OMG, OMG, OMG...what else? I don't know. But I'm about to find out. And then I'm about to not freaking care one single bit. Uhm, hello. That's what the Yard Duty people are for, isn't it?
Happy back to school everyone!
5 comments:
AMEN.
Have a margarita on me.
We are two and a half weeks into the school year. One whole, glorious week was a backpacking trip so the students in her class could bond. Yay! for experiential learning.
Hope you enjoy their school year as much as I have been.
Your love sister
School started this week for us. Wow. I could really get used to this no-kids-all-day thing. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NEXT SUMMER?? I don't know if I can go back.
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I'm with The Mother. I'll send the tequila, sans worm.
I was just saying that I'm over having the dirty, sticky, chocolatey,boogery, hunger machines just hanging off of me nonstop. Hard to get anything done with a toddlers head up your ass!
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