This blog post has been in my head for about three weeks now. After today’s shenanigans, it’s just time to write it.

I’m calling it. The summer. Fun. Gloriousness. It’s all over. We are in the throes of the dog days of humid hell. Toodle was all, “I’m bored with all the things,” and I thought, how can she be bored with all the things? How can she not love every fun thing we’re doing? We traveled to Texas and visited the Magnolia Market from “Fixer Upper.” We went to a family reunion at a water park. And then went to a reunion of K-Hubs’ college buddies, which included my cousins and their children. How can that not be so much fun? Well, it was. But that was then and this is now. Plus, she knows school is just around the corner, and school means friends and socializing and probably learning, but mostly socializing.

Wait, how does she know that?

Perhaps because we already bought her school clothes, and she’s dying to wear them NOW. Or perhaps because we bought school shoes for dressy days and gym days and whatever days. And she wants to wear them NOW. Or maybe because we bought her school supplies, and they are packed in her book bag. This book bag, by the way, is double her size in weight and about three times her height. But it was cheap at Costco and super-cute. So that makes it okay. I think by middle school it should fit her just fine. And, yes, I labor under the assumption that she will hold onto this book bag until then.

We wanted a large rental car for Texas or a smallish rental van. We got a tank instead.

We wanted a large rental car for Texas or a smallish rental van. We got a tank instead.

It was unseasonably cold on our way to Texas. So while we huddled in the back of the tank to eat, K-Hubs took one for the team and ate atop the cooler.

It was unseasonably cold on our way to Texas. So while we huddled in the back of the tank to eat, K-Hubs took one for the team and ate atop the cooler.

Psychedelic skee ball? Yes, please. What else are family reunions for?

Psychedelic skee ball? Yes, please. What else are family reunions for?

Unexpected? As a later-in-life husband and father, this is how K-Hubs describes us ladies appearing in his world. Thank God he's the calm one.

Unexpected? As a later-in-life husband and father, this is how K-Hubs describes us ladies appearing in his world. Thank God he’s the calm one. Also, this is Magnolia Market. I die.

We have discussed all the issues, including why my butt is big (thanks, 5-year-old), who gets which books in her bedroom (stop whining, or I’m taking all the books out of both your rooms), and whether Ed Sheeran is better than Taylor Swift. We are now over it. These major conundrums no longer matter.

In the words of my 3rd cousin (remember her?), “I need to be with the people.” For Sinas, that would be her network of peeps in the retirement community where she lives. Perhaps that’s why she is 102 years old and still going strong. I love her. For Toodle, it’s kindergarten, and could it be here already? Geez.

We’ve done the zoo only a gazillion times. A 45-minute round-trip drive for 15 minutes of a whining good time. Because humidity. Because eczema. Because why did I think that would be a good idea?

We’ve done Bass Pro Shops. Because indoor aquarium. Because no indoor humidity. Another 45-minute round-trip in a rain storm for 15 minutes of indoor exhilaration.

Today we went to the last of our summer camps. Another sports-related one. You know, gross motor skills and following directions and all that (teachers, we really are trying, I promise we are). And Toodle managed to get stuck IN the soccer net. Did I snap a picture of it? No. Like Toodle, I have a case of the summer screw-its. Please note: wear white shorts when sitting on a grassy lawn. Always a smart choice.

Oh, and another reason no photos? Twinkle was bawling her eyes out that she couldn’t play with the others on the field. She, too, is SO OVER this thing called summer, which in her world, translates to “follow my older sister to ALL HER THINGS FOR 12 WHOLE WEEKS!”

We are done.

This is not a photo of today's shenanigans because I didn't take any. But notice how there are no blue shirts around us? That's right. Because we decided to root and cheer for and otherwise join a completely different set of teams. Because of course. Coach K-Hubs had his work cut out for him.

This is not a photo of today’s shenanigans because I didn’t take any. But notice how there are no blue shirts around us? That’s right. Because we decided to root and cheer for and otherwise join a completely different set of teams. Because of course. Coach K-Hubs had his work cut out for him.

Dear All the Teachers,

We love you. We really do. We so eagerly send our cherub babies your way. K-Hubs and I want to be homeroom mom and dad. We can’t wait to sign permission slips for field trips or chaperone fun night at school. We are so there. Because this? We are so over this. PLEASE HELP US FIND STRUCTURE AGAIN. I keep looking for it, and it eludes me every time. I’m ready to put my best self forward for this year. Toodle as well. Honestly, it will probably last for four minutes. But we really believe we can do it this time. Because optimism.

This is how bad it has gotten: I caught myself with the television on and it was sunny and beautiful outside. What in the actual what? And then I just didn’t even care. Probably Disney Jr is educational. Except that it was just me and the girls were down for quiet time. I still didn’t immediately change the channel or turn the tv off.

K-Hubs came home and asked how the day went. I replied that we watched every episode of Mickey Mouse Club House known to man or woman, but the kids were mostly fed (picky eating much?) and we were all still standing. His response? “Sounds like a successful day.” Because he gets it.

Last year, I was so emotional about sending Toodle into the world, as evidenced by this blog post. Bless my heart. It was so true for me then. And, yes, I have a few little bittersweets running through my mind as an era comes to an end. Homeschooling was so fun for the two years Toodle and I did it. I’m grateful we had that choice. But mostly? She can’t wait for the new school year and neither can Twinkle, who will also be in her own two-year-old program at the zoo. So, it’s hard to feel too sad about this when our little monkeys are so excited to go to their respective jungles.

Even now, as I write this, the two-year-old is lifting my shirt up because I don’t know why. Sofia’s on, and she just can’t care about that.

School year, are we there yet? Please take the wheel, for we have no more gas.

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