Sure, we’re all excited for the end of the school year for obvious reasons — less madness in our mornings, less stress over assignments/tests/homework, a little less structure. Nice.
But sometimes it’s the little things I get excited about.
I’m excited not to hear the phrase “five more minutes” over and over while prodding my two boys out of bed. I’m excited not to face the gauntlet after work of picking them up at different schools on the skinniest streets you’ve ever seen in your life. I’m excited about a lot of little things. Like...
Maybe my entry way won’t look like this anymore.
No more running to the grocery store at 10:00 on a Sunday night for this.
Oh and these, too.
Come Sunday late afternoon, I can think of better things to spend 40-something bucks on. For a project that’s due. Tomorrow.
My kids are supposed to bring a water bottle to school every day. They keep losing the water bottles. Then finding their water bottles. Now I have all of these water bottles.
I’m guessing I won’t miss the hours/days/weeks spent here.
Most likely looking through water bottles.
That I don’t have to sit with you at night and make sense of this.
Finding your toothbrush at the end of the day with that dried glob of toothpaste from this morning.
See? I am just as excited as you are.
Bring on the popsicles! Bring on the swimming! Bring on a little extra sleep! Bring on me staring at you as you brush your teeth in the morning!