Kill Me Now

And mail my body to the beach. Or sprinkle my ashes over the Atlantic Ocean.

And the next time I volunteer to organize and lead up 4th Grade Fun Day...

Somebody better shoot me.

I really do love helping out at the boy's school. I enjoy assisting the teacher and donating my time or energy when the need is there.

But. Oh. My. Word.
I am getting fifty 4th Graders (AND their reluctant parents) together for organized chaos in the broiling sun when school should have been out 2 weeks ago.

What was I smoking? I know what it was. I volunteered to do this back in the Fall... the beautiful blessed Fall. The air was crisp, the end of the year was a long way off, and the smell of new school supplies was fresh in my nose.

Truthfully, it's not all that bad.
I am just ready for the school year to be over and the summer to officially start.

I also have Mickey Mouse on the brain. Because as soon as I finish with 4th Grade Fun Day... I have to start packing. And fast.

Do we have enough socks and shorts and underwear for a week? (I don't know how Michele Duggar and Kate Gosslin do it.)
What about snacks? (Because my people can EAT, and I AM NOT buying a $12 Mickey Mouse shaped hot dog every 15 minutes.)
Are we gonna need rain jackets? (Because a Mickey Mouse poncho requires a down payment and a credit check.)
Can my neighbor take care of Cat#2? (And can I not feel guilty about leaving her alone or worry about her using my new furniture as a giant scratching post?)
Is Cat #1 gonna go meet Jesus while my mom is keeping her? (Because this is a serious reality at this point in her life.)

I already need a vacation from my vacation.