Stick a Fork in Me, I'm Done!

I need this year to be over. School year, calendar year, whatever. Am I going to miss (most) of my kids? Might I get a little teary on the last day of school as my students leave for good? Yes, and yes. I've fallen in love with these little kiddos (mostly), and it's always hard to see them go. However, on the flip side, I'm ready for my summer to begin. I'm ready to start taking care of a few little projects at my house that have begun forming in my brain. Painting? Craft room closet organizing? I'm kind of excited to start. Yes, I can be kind of an organizing/neat freak at times. I like things the way I like them and boy does it feel good when everything has it's own little place.

My kids are so ready to be done, I'm so ready to be done. This on track time is the hardest to come back for. 3 weeks? Really? To do what? End of year testing is over, major curriculum is over, traditional school and A track students are all done.

Sometimes I'm ready to be done with this year in general. Another year over, another year hopefully dealing with less pain. Another year past my divorce. Looking ahead to better and happier years. Now if I could just live in my own little bubble world and not have others around to remind me of such painful memories and things that might never be, life would be that much easier to deal with. But then again, what would life be without the bad to make the good feel that much better.