It's called Summer Vacation.
Did you love The Monster at the End of this Book when you were little too? Lovable, fury, old Grover could only imagine the horrors waiting for him at the end of the book and did everything in his power to keep from getting there.
Well, every time I think about The Last Day of School (consequently followed by the First Day of Summer), I end up in tears. There's very little I wouldn't do right now to keep Friday morning from ever happening.
Never mind that in the book, the moral is that Grover had nothing to be afraid of but himself. This isn't Sesame Street. These are my kids we're talking about. At home with me for the rest of the summer.
All day. Every day.
For 75 days.
Oh have mercy.
*Oh, and my apologies for the graphic description of Sam and a towel in my last post. With a recently potty-trained 3 year old boy, we're being exposed to a whole new world as parents. Seriously, who needs a dog? If you came over, he'd probably hump your leg.
**OK, I'm probably going to have to delete that before he gets old enough to read it huh?
4 comments:
I loved the humping comment. Everyone needs to take a swig of Nyquil and relax. And I agree about the summer thing. What are we supposed to do all summer especially since it's raining??
If it makes you feel better summer started here last week, and I was ready for them to be back in school the first day! Actually, if I could get the youngest in school that might work the best. He is a destroyer of all things, including the peace! Good luck friend!
Donna... you completely crack me up! I know I'm a total dork but I was actually just writing a blog post about how excited I am for summer break! But, this year you haven't had to have your kids up and ready by 9am like us, so that's the biggest part of my excitement... just sleeping in and getting everyone ready by say...11am. Plus this is my last summer with just two older kids not ruled by naps so I'm excited to spend relaxing days at the beaches and pools around here. If you need help surviving send your kids over!!!
Donna, you have a gift with words. I laughed so hard reading this that I printed it and read it to Ryan. While reading it to Ryan, I started laughing so hard that I cried. The truth is often very emotional! I miss you. Love, Ruth Ann
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