So as I mentioned before, Thursday was the last day of school for both kids.
Tommy had an awards assembly so of course I was there. I knew he didn’t make Honor Roll. He had made it the first 3 Quarters but this time, writing got the best of him and he received a C. It pains me that he struggles with writing since I love it so much. His problem is he’s very abrupt with his answers. He prefers to give a yes or no response instead of explaining why he feels that way. (Really, his wife is going to have fun getting info from him. He’s also very abrupt in his verbal responses.)
Still. I knew he would be receiving other awards.
This sign greeted us as we filed in the gym.
I can’t believe that he’ll be in FIFTH GRADE. Middle school starts next year in Oklahoma. MIDDLE SCHOOL. I try not to think about it much because it tends to send me into a panic attack.
So Tommy got an award for being respectful, which I find slightly amusing because he’s not always respectful to me. I am glad he’s at least respectful to OTHER people.
Doesn’t he look thrilled?
Natalie was like, “Tommy! It’s your sister! You can have the red game when you get home!”
The red game, by the way, is MY iPod Touch that they fight over. MY iPod Touch.
Anyway, I managed to get a smile from him:
He also got a Science Club award. He might invent something cool one of these days.
Then at the end he was able to come say goodbye. Natalie wanted a hug. Tommy…well, he really did not:
“Geez Natalie, this is not the time or the place!” he grumbled.
He was extra thrilled when I hugged him.
Well, I’m sorry, but I gave him life and birthed him so therefore I get a hug whenever I damn well please.
Later on, Natalie had her last day of school. They brought in bouncy houses and the like for the kids. I had to stay with her for safety reasons. I didn’t mind—although, okay, I sort of DID mind because it was my last day of freedom. But oh well. She had fun.
That’s her talking with the boy she always played Rapunzel with at school. She apparently loves him.
After she said goodbye to her teachers—who both said they were sad to see her go—she said, “Who am I going to love now?”
“Uh? You’ll find someone in Kindergarten I’m sure,” I promised.
What’s this LOVE business? She’s five.
“It won’t be the same,” Natalie sniffled.
I’m still trying to wrap my brain around that fact that she’ll be in KINDERGARTEN all day. ALL DAY. It’s going to be weird. And, okay, slightly blissful.
So yeah. School is done until August 17th.
Is it wrong that I’m already counting down the days until they go back?