Day 269
It’s impossible to hide my own glee. In fact, I’m trying to rein it in so
the boys don’t suspect anything.
These last few weeks have been brutal with the boys inventing new daily
ways to torment and torture each other.
We’re all ready for summer vacation to end and the schedule of school to
start.
“School starts tomorrow! Aren’t you excited?”
“I’ve still got a lot to do,” F.
answers.
I think back on our jam-packed
summer of swim team, afternoons at the pool, visits to Kings Island, a week at
Family Camp and a catalogue of camps.
“I’d hurry if I were you. You only have twelve hours left.” Giggle. Giggle.
Each year, I try to do something
to make the first day of school special.
When I. started kindergarten I baked a cake in the shape of a school
bus. Last year, I crafted
blackboards out of chocolate-covered graham crackers. I like to mix it up.
I hope the boys remember every
first day of school and coming home to find a special treat waiting for them
beside a glass of cold milk.
Tada! This is today’s treat.
I love it so much I make extras
and deliver a bunch around the neighborhood to some of my favorite kiddos.
Now to bring cocktails to the
moms to celebrate our first day of
school…
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