Today was the last day for my 2 youngest kids. It was even a half day. Really why did I even bother taking them. What could they possibly do for 4 hrs on the last day of school, but they wanted to go. Isn't the last day of school supposed to be nice and sunny telling you that you are officially on summer break? You walk out of school feeling the sun beat down on your face and you think to yourself school is finally done. You are giddy as you say goodbye to all your friends and say call me during the summer even though you know you probably won't. It wasn't even 2 days ago I heard Jessika say she is not putting pants on again until winter. This is not the day my kids had today. It is a windy, rainy gloomy day. We even had some hail. Definitely not the weather for the last day of school. I went to pick the kids up from school and Wyatt jumped in the car just like it was another day, except I almost didn't recognize him with his new hair cut. Jessika slowly stepped into the car with tears in her eyes and mascara running down her face all sad a miserable. What the heck happened at school that made her cry, I could not even imagine. She begins to tell me she was sad because she will never see some of her friends again. HUH? Oh my, I started looking around the car to see if my parent manual was close by telling me what to do when this happens. After we talked about it for a little bit she seemed to do alittle bit better and she is now on the path to recovery. I am really not sure how she will handle graduating HS if this is how she is for leaving the 6th grade. Now we have 1 more week until Samantha finished 8th grade and heads onto HS and TJ will be a JR next year.
Yikers they are growing to fast, but I love it.
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Oh I do remember the last day woes but that quickly would turn into happiness when I realized no more homework! She will probably get over it fast. I wish our school year was over. Three more weeks! Yeah!
Ok, I accept that all of Desiree's children are graduated as of June 6but TJ a Junior oh this is not good. I think I'm going to join Jessika in a good cry. It's hard being a grandma. So many mixed emotions. You're such a good mom.
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