I have not fallen off a cliff, thrown my keyboard into a swimming pool or been kidnapped by aliens. It's just that time of year when blogging for so many of us gets shoved onto the bottom of the priority list.
I have been surviving the last moments of the school year. It's a tough job. Last Friday, we had a picture perfect morning kindergarten graduation. Alas, forty-five minutes into the afternoon festivities (costume malfunctions, stage fright, battery failure), I began thinking about how very nice a frosty margarita would make me feel. And then I was too tired to even bother grabbing the Jose Cuervo when I finally dragged myself home.
One and a half more days. Which translates into Field Day (thunderstorms or sunburn, place your bets now) and Summer Birthdays.
Oh! and saying goodbye to my babies (and their parents) with a smile and a hug and, hopefully, no tears on my part. No guarantees there. Some years I can do it and then some years I get an unexpected hug and I lose it.
Why is it that I can't wait for summer and yet can hardly bear the thought of saying goodbye to the sweet little faces that have greeted me daily. Beginnings and endings, endings and beginnings.