Summer vacation, that is.
I remember when I was a child...yes, I had to walk barefoot to school, in the snow, uphill both ways, too...Labor Day marked the end of summer vacation...not the middle of August...earlier in some places.
It makes me sad, frankly.
While the bickering and the nonstop fridge raiding by all three of my kids is annoying and frustrating at times, I love having my kids around during the day. Today, I woke up feeling melancholy...pensive...thoughtful.
This morning, we will be sending our eldest child to high school to begin his Senior year.
HOW in tarnation did THAT happen?
Last year flew by and this summer was merely a blip on the radar.
This school year will move at lightning speed, I fear and I will hang on for dear life. I think my biggest problem is I just don't want to miss anything in these kids' lives and I can't slow it down.