The girls are ending another school year and I'm feeling yet another year older. *gasp!*
and totally bleary-eyed.
It is all moving too fast, ya'll!
I do enjoy the school experience for my chicklets even while we are quite harried in the mornings. Hair? A total "Project Runway" moment in the mornings. Even with mandated school uniforms, a fight might ensue because, "MOTHER!!! I SAID I WANTED THE WHITE SHIRT INSTEAD OF THE RED ONE!! AND I WANT A GOD-DAMMED PONY THROWN INTO THE MIX!"
We ALL are so over the homework, homework and mother-of-GOD! MATH! Homework! Just so you know, I am flunking third grade math. I am hanging my head down in shame. Who knew I went to graduate school with this times shit hanging over my head?
I for one I do have to say, I'm looking forward to sleeping in. Doing crafts and reenacting GLEE dance montages for our pure entertainment (or as the 3-year-old, Celia used to say, "Craps and Songs, man..." ) while settling in for lunch in our comfy's in front of the old boob tube.
As Rich and I were discussing the other day to another couple, we are not the type of people who like to have three activities going on in one day. Twice a month? Maybe. We are the friends you make fun of, TOTALLY! You know THAT couple... lazy people who like to lounge around, make breakfast at 10am, maybe mow the lawn, watch a little crap t.v., take a nap and then go onto a function fully refreshed. We show up fashionable late and early? HELL! It has frozen over because surely showing up on time has thrown off the time space continuum of social niceties for this BUNS household. All the while trying to minimize the exertion it takes to be social. Not that we don't like to be social because we do. We just like the laissez-faire kind of social while living in Spain. SIESTAS!!! POR FAVOR!! FOR EVERYONE!!! THEN WE DRINK!!! ARRIBA!!! ARRIBA!!! for the health of our blood and all mankind!
BUT... We live in Oklahoma. It is not acceptable to drink at lunch and sleep afterwards.
I guess pretty much anywhere in the United States to be exact.
Here at the end of the year, papers are flying in at an alarming speed along with their awards. They are both sweet and poignant. My first grader's love for her teacher (rightly so...because I want her to be my mom too) and my third grader's love for a boy and friends make me too sad that they are growing up and feeling that end of year angst we used to before Junior High School. After that, we just praised ourselves for being alive and zit-free.
I for one can't wait for our children to have the best summer ever! Even if the summer is full of side-walk chalk art, watching "Good Luck Charlie" reruns and running through the sprinkler while our crisp, grey, grass is dying from the very harsh Oklahoma heat underneath their garishly painted toes.
and many an impromptu
In closing because we all like a good closing, no? We are prompting our girls to write in everyone's yearbook.
"xoxo, [insert our kid's name], you are so money and you don't even know it."
I would get a huge thrill if the recipient's parents knew what our plagiarism meant. To us and them.
Because they are money. and some just don't even know it.