I'm not ready.
The kids are.
Therefore, things are a little CRA-ZEE here.
Take a look at a class picture from today:
And here's me. Also taken today.
I may be pulling my hair out today, but it's just a facade. Don't be fooled.
Truth is, I'm not ready to say goodbye to the cherubs. Every year it's the same thing. "Sobfest in room 12!" Not kidding. Apparently, I have a reputation as "the crier". And to that I say, there are worse reputations to have. I won't elaborate. I'll allow you to use your imaginations on that one.
So I have 10 1/2 days to buff the cherubs so they're sparkling and shining to my liking. Then it's off to third grade and out of my life forever. Well, not indefinitely, I guess. That's a little melodramatic. But I can't help it. They've stolen my heart.
10 days until tears...
we waited ALLLLL weekend for flat-ee-face. we cancelled plans. had her bed all made up. even made her favorite meal for dinner and a plate of cookies for snacking.
ReplyDeleteodviously, you found someone better.
whatever.
whatever.
w-h-a-t-e-v-e-r.
you can try and call if you plan on begging for forgiveness, if not, don't call. my heart can't take the rejection.