It seems like I blink and the days of firsts become the days of lasts. I stand in the middle of the kitchen screaming AMEN!, as I pack the last lunches of the school year. I have a break from the worry of do I have enough sandwich baggies.
Three more days. Just three more days.
For me those three days are full days, for the girls short days. Short days filled with stressful test taking. M is a more relaxed teenager than D haven taken three AP test a few weeks back. To which I really holler an AMEN! because I am not sure I could have handled much more of M's stress level at that point.
Today also marks D's last piano lesson with her (and Princess A's) long time music teacher. I have been scurrying across town for nine years to make lessons on time, giggling at there rewards of a single Pez for a lesson well performed and staring at the giant pine tree suited for a Rockefeller Center Christmas tree [that consumes the entire front yard] for nine years and today...today that all ends. Bitter sweet. Fear not the piano will not be silenced as we meet a new teacher next week.
So I say...good-bye school lunches, till we meet again. Good-bye Mrs. Johnson, may the silencing of the piano in your home and idle parents parked at your curb bring you a joyful retirement and mostly in honor of the kids, good-bye 6th hour, may your finals' questions be kind and easy.