Yes, I have lamented about it on Twitter -- acting like I just can't stand the thought of summer being over.
And I kind of can't.
But mostly. Yeah. Pretty ready.
True, there is a corner of my heart that is screaming and gnashing it's teeth at the idea that my baby is going to first grade. I don't like that, not one little bit. Same part of my heart is pretty horrified that my oldest is going into fifth grade.
At least once a day, for a few seconds, I look at both of them, think of the upcoming school year and consider throwing them in the car and heading for the border. Either one, I don't care, just please don't take them away from me and put them in that mean, cruel, boring world called school.
But this morning, alone in the house, the kids off on a kind of field trip with their father, I am wondering how I will survive the next two weeks until I can get those whiny, needy, constantly-hungry boys out. of. my. house.
So yeah, two weeks and counting till school starts. We're buying supplies today, maybe some pants (damn you school dress code). Maybe we'll bake some cookies. Go swimming. They'll stay up late, wrangle some extra time on the Wii or TV.
I'll keep holding them close while I can. And counting the days. I am so counting the days.