SPT Challenge May 19

**Updated to add** Ginger, what happened was our original last day of school was May 22. We didn't have enough (any?) snow days built into our calendar, so to make up two snow days we took last winter, the kids were going to have to come back to school the Tuesday and Wednesday after Memorial Day. I know other schools often go after Memorial Day, but we typically don't. The school board voted that as long as our kids had gone the required number of hours *this year* that is required nationally --- and they have --- they wouldn't require them to make up the snow days. This decision was made last Thursday. Needless to say, it's thrown a bit of a monkey wrench in the end-of-school-year-festitivies-and-trips-and-off-campus-celebrations that everyone had planned, not to mention the working parents who are now scrambling for childcare. But, it goes without saying, the kids are thrilled.




Lellys' self-portrait challenge for today is "Something Borrowed" ......




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Yep. I got nothing.



My problem is the same as everyone else's this time of year --- the end-of-school-year madness that has descended and is squeezing every breath of life out of every second of the day. Parties, field trips, track meets, piano recitals, last minute fundraisers, end of year concerts, about a bazillion make-up soccer games due to the three weeks of rain that just ended, meetings, semester tests, a last-day of school that got bumped up by half a week (why, oh, why ... did the school board not understand that I had things to DO those days ????) assemblies, awards ceremonies, .......

Blah. Boring. Blah.

And its all fun stuff ..... so its not like I mean to complain. Just that I'm not quite sure how in between the bazillion and one FUN things we have to do we're supposed to get anything ELSE done. Like grocery shopping. Or bathing. Or updating this stupid blog.

Oh, for the days when my kids were babies and *I* was the boss of their schedules.

/end lament.


On a happier note, Kellen's bedroom is painted. As soon as we get the shelves back up and the clothes hung up on the wire racks again (because after all, he IS living in a closet) then I'll post some pictures.

In the meantime, I guess if I could borrow anything, it would be time.

Or a clone of myself.

Or a mind, because I have freakin' lost mine.