We can’t even think of a word that rhymes

last day of school.jpgIt's the last week of school, and the craziness is high. Here's the Bee's schedule for the week:

Sunday–return home from sleepover. Attend party for neighbor, where mom & dad let her stay up way too late for a school night.

Monday–Field Day (translation–run around in a local park playing games & eating hot dogs)

Tuesday–1/2 day. Show and tell, then a field trip to a local ice cream store during after care.

Wednesday–1/2 day. Some boring stuff will happen, but no actual learning.

Thursday–1/2 day. Picnic in the park during school. Picnic in the park during after care. I kid you not.

Friday–1/2 day. The last assembly of the school year. Potentially, there will be an award or two. Complete melting down craziness.

I went out tonight to buy teacher gifts, and landisdad suggested that Valium might be a nice gift. As far as I'm concerned, it's the school that owes us Valium, not the other way around.

We did have a lovely time last night at a party with some of our neighbors for a family down the street that is moving in a few weeks. It was one of those perfect early summer evenings that aren't too hot, when the mosquitos aren't yet out in full force. The kids (and their were a gaggle of them–I counted 9, ranging from 11 days old to the Bee) ran around demanding ice cream (oh that wretched Mr. Softee) & keeping each other busy, and the adults drank wine and ate homemade sushi. I didn't really want to leave, and we ended up staying later than we should've. We paid for it this morning, as both of the kids were dragging (although the Potato slept later than 6:00 a.m. for once), but it was worth it anyway.


June 12, 2006. growing up. 12 comments.