Ten months y’all … 166 days of actual school has passed (why does it seem like 2,000) and we are headed to home plate with the countdown!! Our school has three days left. Thhreeeee leeeeeeft!! I think I can, I think I can … At this point though, I’m not counting down the school days, instead I’m counting down …
The number of school lunches I have left to make. Can I get an Amen?! My creativity has been run over and I’m to the point of yelling at my kids while they have those blasted earphones on, “WHAT DO YOU WANT IN YOUR LUNCH BOX?? FOR THE LOVE OF LUNCHES PLEASE TELL ME!!”
The number of wake ups. Waking those bodies up is getting harder and harder.
“My throat hurts.” “Ugh, I hate school.” “I know, I know, yada, yada, here’s some tylenol. You’re going! And I didn’t want to get up either, but I did!” “You’re so lucky you don’t have to go to school. Why does school have to be true? Who invented it anyway?” “Boy, I already put in my time and you’ve asked me that same question the last 166 days of school!” Then I watch one crawl out of bed and proceed to lay on the bathroom floor as if that is making progress.
How many more days the uniforms have to last. You look at your kid with their shirt riding up and their too tight shorts, praying they can get them down at school to be able to go tee tee or be able to sit in circle time without ripping their pants open. Their shoes with their big toes bulging against the material and holes on the sides, and I start to dread August already because I know that everyone will need new uniforms!
Looking through everyone’s book sacks. every. single. afternoon and repeating, “Get 
out your homework. What do you need to do? What do I need to sign? What do you need copies of to study? Where’s your vocabulary? Where’s your spelling list? Pull out your study guide (times 4 kids). Get your book sack off of the floor. There is a $500 iPad in there!”
Homework … Dear Lord, there better not be any homework in these last few days (oddly enough, I always think this about the FIRST two weeks of school also.) When my 3rd grader came home with spelling words last week I said, “Are you kidding me? You are still learning? Can’t we just be done with spelling words already?! You have a reading test too? Oh, come on!” I am done. I am SO ready to be done!
Making breakfast at 6:25am and getting kids that are 1/2 asleep to eat it. “I don’t want a cinnamon roll. I don’t like them anymore.” “I’m tired of cinnamon waffles.” “Fine, I don’t care. Here’s a bag of goldfish for you to eat in the car.” “I don’t want goldfish.” “Then starve till lunch!” I long for the summer days when they sleep through breakfast, and we go straight to lunch time! Ain’t no shame in that game.
The morning rush. Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!! As you are looking for their shoes and find them out in the yard, wet with nighttime dew and there’s no time to throw them in the dryer. You scream at them to “Get in the car!” as they look all doe eyed and innocent and ask, “Why you got to be so mean? Geez!”
The 3:00pm witching hour. You go pick up your sweet babies after having been away from them for 7 hours, and within 10 minutes, you are threatening to turn that car around and drop them right back off at school. They are tired. They are dirty. They is mean.
Three more days and they are all mine!
Holy fish sticks … three more days and they are all mine.
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