This is the last full week of school for my kids until they are released into the wild...for the 9 looong weeks of summer. They are, naturally, beside themselves with glee about the impending freedom...and secretly, I'm cheering right along with them. "Summer Break" doesn't mean quite the same thing for Mommy, but here's what I'm anticipating:
NOT MAKING LUNCHES! It's such a stupid chore to get disgruntled about, but if I never see baby carrots, fruit cups, or ham sandwiches again, I'll die a happy woman (not to mention: "no, Mommy, I only like peanut butter and jelly now," or "no sandwich, just cheese and crackers". It's like Mom's Deli. But they don't tip.)
NO HOMEWORK: Technically, this is the kids' job, but mine are young enough to still need that Parental Supervision to make sure it gets done, and done right. So every Monday through Thursday, it's Reading and Math for both, and Spelling for Derek. We've learned about honeybees, and writing biographies, and long division, and capacity, and even the metric system. We've conquered cursive and whipped the "Word Wall" (Kindergarten reading list). Now it's time to allow our brains to melt down for a while...
THE MAD SCRAMBLE FOR THE BUS: We've been at this for several years now, but somehow 8:50 still finds us frantically cramming lunches into backpacks, shoving shoes onto feet, and screaming down the road (in the car, since it's too late to take a leisurely stroll to the bus-stop) to catch the school bus. The driver actually laughs at us as we tumble out of the car, panting as if we've sprinted the whole way, thanking him for waiting once again.
Starting next week, we're trading schoolbooks and routines for "p.j-lounging, late-breakfast-eating, meander-to-the-pool time! " 5 days and counting...
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