It’s been an exhausting week. Between class field trips, track & field days, a little nagging about grades, packing up Justis for his move, final dance recitals and soccer games…I’m beat. The end of the school year is tiring.
Today was the last day of school. My baby is now a 2nd grader. My twins are now ruling the school as 4th graders (as 5th & 6th graders move up to the Intermediate school). And my oldest is a sophomore. When did these kids get so dang old?
Speaking of getting old, I’m on the verge of my 35th birthday. My birthday is Thursday. And my mom’s birthday is Saturday. We are celebrating with a mother/daughter trip to Vegas. I haven’t really had any time to get excited about the trip yet since I’ve been taking care of the family. But four days in Vegas will be a nice relaxing time. And maybe I’ll win a bunch of money and get to quit my job. A girl can dream.
But before I go to Vegas I need to start summer school. The kids end school and I begin. My first class is tomorrow morning. At 8am. If you know me at all you know it’s going to kill me to be at class at 8am. Not only is class earlier than I normally get out of bed. But it’s 45 minutes away. I have to get up at 6:30 at the latest. SIX THIRTY IN THE MORNING. I NEVER get up at 6:30. I’m pretty sure it might kill me. But I keep trying to remind myself…it’s only for 8 weeks. I can do it.
If you don’t hear from me within the next week send reinforcements in the form of caffeine.