Countdown
Nine days left of school is like a slow death.
You know the end is near, and each day is just postponing the inevitable. Can we just skip these days and get it over with? The answer is no. You must continually drag yourself from the bed, put clothing on that covers more of your skin than you are comfortable with in this 95 degree heat, drive to work, and tell the kids, yet again, that, NO, it is not the last day of school!
Actually, tomorrow is our annual field trip. We go somewhere public with our brood, and pretend to be able to function in society. Nevermind the lack of restroom availability. Actually, the field trip is usually fun and the kids are so exhausted by the end of the day that they just sleep and sweat on the bus ride back to school.
So, say a prayer for me tomorrow. Maybe it won't be too traumatic. Then after that day is done, we will just have seven days!
You know the end is near, and each day is just postponing the inevitable. Can we just skip these days and get it over with? The answer is no. You must continually drag yourself from the bed, put clothing on that covers more of your skin than you are comfortable with in this 95 degree heat, drive to work, and tell the kids, yet again, that, NO, it is not the last day of school!
Actually, tomorrow is our annual field trip. We go somewhere public with our brood, and pretend to be able to function in society. Nevermind the lack of restroom availability. Actually, the field trip is usually fun and the kids are so exhausted by the end of the day that they just sleep and sweat on the bus ride back to school.
So, say a prayer for me tomorrow. Maybe it won't be too traumatic. Then after that day is done, we will just have seven days!
posted by Amanda
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10:23 AM
7 Comments:
but, where are you GOING on your field trip?
we are going to a local dance studio to do gymnastics and tumbling, then we are going to the park to play and eat pizza and have sno-cones! nothing educational at all, just fun!
Gymnastics and tumbling, eh? That'll wear 'em out.
All right! Wear em out with the gymnastics and tumbling...then refuel them with pizza and sno-cones! Half will be wired, the rest will be sacked out. But at least you get pizza! mmmmmmm...
yeah. pizza that was picked up by the room mom three hours early is always great. especially since, by the time i get to it, the kids have touched every single piece...
can't wait!
Oh yeah...I forget the whole THREE and FOUR year olds aspect of the situation.
Okay...so a lil' cold, greasy, germ-ridden pizza to top off a day of whining, screaming, poking and "he's looking at me's"
sno cones! i know your love for them, amanda! that'll be the best part of the trip!
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