The Final Countdown

There are so few days left of school that I have lost the will to rise at 6:00 am-ish and pack a lunch. I actually lost that desire around Halloween, but I muddled through.

Our kitchen chalkboard has been a source of comfort...

Well that 21 isn't very comforting, but it's where we started counting.  It felt like 121.

19 days... a tiny bit better.  2 days better.

Now 6.5 is lots better.  I know you're wondering about that half day that appeared.  It was there all along; I just hadn't been counting it as an actual day of school.  The boy?  He wanted it in there.  He's a stickler for details.

This was sometime last week.  The summer fever is so bad around here, I can't even muster the strength to update the chalkboard.

So the end of the first year of Middle School is upon us.  By the middle of this week, I will be the mom of a 7th grader. Wow.

Bring on the lazy mornings, the popsicles, the fire pit parties, the beach, the movies, and the freckles.

Just leave out the snakes and the 99+ degree weather.

Please.