It’s been a busy week around here because I believe you are probably all aware that it is May. And that means I have given myself a few more days to finish up one last project. Or at least I thought it was one last project until my publisher reminded me I actually have a whole other list of things I need to have finished by mid-June so I’m super excited about that except maybe I’d rather take a nap from now until July 1.
This past weekend – as opposed to the weekend that is now just a day away – Caroline spent the night and most of Saturday with a friend. P cooked dinner on Saturday night for all of us and then we went to church on Sunday. Caroline was invited to a friend’s birthday party that started at 11:00 a.m. on Sunday morning so I left church a little early to get her to the party and stopped by the house long enough for Piper to come inside and throw up all over the bathroom floor. This is exactly the kind of thing you want to deal with on a Sunday morning. It turns out she had found a stash of Easter candy. We realized this when she threw up about sixteen pastel foil colored Hershey’s kiss wrappers. Maybe she should’ve stuck to the Sour Patch Kids.
On Monday, Caroline complained that she wasn’t feeling well and I did my standard mom of the year thing by declaring it was probably just allergies. But by the time she got home from soccer that night, she clearly wasn’t her normal self. I sent her to school on Tuesday because she is right in the middle of getting ready for finals, but she called me at lunchtime and asked me to come get her. And then she came home and fell asleep which is always the sure sign that she is legitimately sick.
Then Wednesday morning, I woke up with a sore throat and a headache. Caroline went to school and called again for me to come get her by the early afternoon. This time we both slept until it was time to get ready for her eighth grade graduation. Yes, she graduated before she has taken her finals. I don’t really understand this, but I guess they figure it’s eighth grade and it’s as good of a time as any.
Here’s my graduate.
My brain cannot compute the part where she will be in high school next year.
There was a guy in line behind us as we walked into the auditorium talking about how eighth grade graduation is a big deal because a hundred years ago an eighth grade education was a real accomplishment in America. And, yes, I guess that was true one hundred years ago but today I believe we just call it you’re just a little over halfway finished to having an education that might actually get you a job that allows you to move out of your parents’ house. Congratulations.
So we still have a week left of school but most of that will be a final exam schedule and I think we can all see the light at the end of the tunnel. Or as I refer to it, only three lunches left to pack.