This thought is on my mind this morning because, well... it was being tossed through the living room last night. Really? Really. How old are my kids? As I crawled back into bed after shutting the bedroom door on life as I know it, the husband looked at me with one eye (while the other was kept closely trained on the laptop) and said, "Trouble in paradise?"
I know, I know. These days will pass and I'm sure I'll miss them terribly.
Maybe.
I think everyone around here is starting to crack under the end-of-the-school-year pressure. The oldest has all of his senior stuff, of course, and he was pacing the floor last night waiting for an exam score to be posted online. If all goes well, as he puts it, today will be his last official day of high school. Next week is Senior Week, the whole week off from work, and the BIG graduation day.
The middle is just trying to survive the next week, I think. His mind is already on next year. The youngest is swamped in end-of-the-year projects that make no sense to me. She's had three or four going on at the same time to go along with all the studying she's been doing. There's an award ceremony tonight that I think in her mind is just one more thing she has to do. Like I said, end-of-the-year pressure.
But then, there IS next week. I absolutely cannot wait and neither can they. The grandparents are coming out and all will be right with the world. I am positively certain there will be no dirty underwear issues while they are here.
I hope.
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