When the hell does school start?
I love my kids, but I've had enough of them, and want them to go back to school. Can't wait for the week after Labor Day, when two of them go back (the third starts Kindergarten the following week).
We intentionally didn't plan a lot of stuff this summer like camps or other activities that would keep them away from the house, and in retrospect I'm just as glad that we didn't -- we overscheduled ourselves a year ago, and all it did was stress everyone, including the kids, out.
For the most part, the kids seem to be enjoying their summer break, though they have a tendency to get on top of each other to the point of screaming and shouting matches that stress both Bonnie and me out to the snapping point.
This weekend ought to be fun -- Sunday is the annual Falmouth Road Race, and as usual, we're helping out, volunteering as part of the cleanup crew. In return, the coordinators of the race make a donation to the preschool that James just graduated from -- a school that we've been associated with ever since Bob, who's entering fifth grade next month, was in pre-school.