So I think we’re done with school for the year.
We went out with more of a whimper than a bang. Sam had his tonsils removed last Wednesday and some of the gang is sporting a summer cold. By Friday, I was so sleep deprived from round-the-clock medication for Sam (and that anxiety-ridden non-sleeping thing that mothers do before a baby has surgery) that you could have announced the twins were graduating high school and I wouldn’t have batted an eye.
Further proof that I am TOO OLD for midnight parenting duties.
The doctor said Sam could keep doing his school work but even I’m not so hard-hearted to expect him to do MATH with such a sore throat. I initially thought we had another week with Ms. Jennifer by our side, but, as per usual for this year, I read the calendar wrong. Which means that we are officially done with our school year.
Does it feel totally anti-climactic when you’re homeschooling or is it just me? I haven’t even told the kids yet. Mostly because they still have to do math and latin through our summer break. Which isn’t a long one. They are done with the rest of their stuff and we usually take them out for ice cream or something… but I think if we gave Sam any more ice cream he would actually cry.
He has begged us for every meal we’ve eaten in front of him. Meme suggested I give him a hot dog bun soaked in melted butter and he was so happy he nearly wept. So that $150 bucks I dropped on protein shakes and ice cream was definitely money well spent…
Doesn’t matter. His siblings are just counting the days until Sam declares his throat healed and they can scarf up all the uneaten popsicles in the freezer. I’ll be glad to see the ice cream go, myself. Nothing kills my self control like a pint of ice cream in the freezer. I came stomping through the kitchen late last night and yelled out my frustration to Andrew, “The ice cream in this house is too close for comfort!!”
Then I buried my woes in a pint of chocolate peanut butter, as one does.
I plan to spend the week remembering how to just be a mom and then we’re going to tackle all the closets in the house. I’ll have the kids begging me for school in no time…
What’s your summer plan now that the school year has limped across the finish line???