You all know we are heading into 90 days where I only have pictures like this one:
Let's start with a wet thing, actually. The very worst field trip EVAR.
Ben and I were really excited that we were both home and could go o Cooper's class trip to a nature center. When we woke up to rain the morning of the trip, we didn't think anything of it, figuring that the field trip would be mostly in the indoor classroom part of the nature center. WRONG WRONG WRONG.
We pulled up the (beautiful, actually) place and saw all these dirty people in unisex Keens and ponchos and realized 1. I would NEVER EVER want to work at a nature center and 2. The field trip was going to be OUTSIDE as planned.
I have never in my life wished for lightening as keenly (see what I did there) as I did at that moment.
On her penultimate day, I dropped her at school and went to the office to d all of the work I knew I wouldn't be able to do this week because she is home; Ben is away at a conference, and there are about 50 end-of-year activities for the kids. Bah humbug, for sure.
We started with breakfast and our usual bed head.
We took a picture outside the door.
Next year, though, it is going to be lovely to stay in my jammies and wave at my three big kids walking across the street together. I have to remember that when I want to cry. Which is a lot of the time.
The days are long, but the yeas are short. Has anyone ever said anything more true? Not from where I'm sitting. Which is the fetal. Next to a half-drunk bottle of wine. And a pile of snotty tissues.