I. Am. Finished.
I'm over this school year and it's only our first! Yikes! I'm sure everyone is slightly burnt out at the end of the school year but I didn't think I'd be dragging quite so much. It doesn't help that every other county in the free world has already called it a day.
With four days left of the year, two of them being half days, I had prepared myself to bribe my children NOT to go to school. This week is merely free babysitting and I would rather be doing something fun (read: swimming). However their beloved teacher has scheduled their birthdays, separately, for the last two days of school.
Oh. Mah. Gawd.
My not-so-favorite teacher strikes again. Perhaps I should have mentioned how excited I was to never have to deal with school parties on account of the ladies having summer birthdays?! Separate days?! Double the fun?!
Nothing says good morning like icing cupcakes while making breakfast. Gah. Why I took the time to neatly icing them is beyond me, the icing was starting to melt walking from the car to the building.
The second child has requested store bought "big" chocolate chip cookies. I might have a favorite child.
All of this brings me to the end of the year. I feel obligated to send in a gift. I token of my appreciation for watching and nurturing and teaching my children. Emphasis on the feeling of obligation. She doesn't make my heart go pitter-patter and the ladies are of no help. I want to send the nurse a thank-you, one of my little ladies took complete and total advantage of her generosity with the band aids and ice packs this year. The teacher, whom my children just think the world of, has me stumped. So feel free to spam me with last minute ideas!
Now if you'll excuse me I'm off I bemoan the delayed start of summer vacation some more.
