I really enjoy nothing more than summitting a peak. This is what I do on my weekends to balance my busy work week.
I am exactly still like that at the end of school, except the opposite. We are limping, limping across the finish line, folks. I tapped out somewhere in April and at this point, it is a miracle my kids are still even going to school.
Is there homework in the folder? Are other moms still looking in the homework folder? I'm good at other things. I feel like any sort of school energy required at this point is pure oppression, like the universe is trying to destroy me.
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You have to listen to the words I am saying and then make sense of them. It feels like I will be reading that book with Amma until I die. Children should not be allowed to learn to read until they are already good at it. I know having an emerging reader is exciting.
Because of the reading! I cannot even handle signing a folder in late May; a colonial costume is cause for full, unrestrained despair. So Ben went to school like this today, and there is no way this will ever not be a part of his childhood.
Please note my scarf hanging out the bottom of his vest, as well as the soccer socks stretched over his Adidas pants. I caught the eyes of their moms and was all solidarity, you guys.
I mean, Caleb had to bring an About Me poster with five school days left in the year. I am not exaggerating when I tell you this is the very most we can do on May 29th. This is our best work: Note the caveman labels: End of school hard. The emails coming in for All Of The Things — class gift, end of year letters, luncheon signup, party supplies, awards ceremonies, pictures for the slide shows, final projects — are like a tsunami of doom.
I mean, they will never ever end. There is no end of it. I will never finish and turn it all in and get it to the correct Room Mom and get it all emailed and I am pretty sure the final week of school will never be over and this is the end for me.Slacker Radio is a free internet radio service, light years away from the one-dimensional playlists that you're used to.
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