Today was our last day of school.
I had big plans for the end of the school year this year.
I was going to hand write really thoughtful notes to all the kids’ teachers.
I was even going to give them a gift that didn’t cost me much money but which would be completely individualized and the perfect gift for each one of them.
I was also going to plan a really fun activity for the kids to celebrate the last day of school.
Maybe we’d go to the zoo or make ice cream sundaes or, I don’t know… make a fire, toast marshmallows and make s’mores in the middle of the afternoon.
Just for the fun of it.
This was going to be the summer that I really started things off right.
But our schedule has just been insane.
And while I watched some mothers give hand made and hand sewn gifts to more than one teacher, and other mothers walking into the school buildings with Jumanji-sized plants to give to their kids’ teachers, well,
I did nothing.
I just couldn’t make it happen.
I was that parent.
I did manage to bring in some half melted ice cream sandwiches to Number 5’s class yesterday for her birthday.
I think I might have sent in a $5 contribution toward one teacher’s class gift.
And I also managed to drop off a box-and-a-half of Rice Krispie Treats for Number 3 (whose birthday is on Monday) to give to his class.
I left them on the table where the other moms had dropped off the treats they made for their children who have birthdays in the summer.
Their treats looked something like this:
Yep. I had lots of plans.
I was going to take last-day-of-school pictures and visit the kids and eat lunch with them and lots of other fun stuff.
But all I really managed to do was keep them alive.
And this year, that’s going to have to be enough.