You know some days are going to be long. The kind of days you really don't want to get out of bed and face. There they are, at 6:30am, demanding to be dealt with, and there you are looking at yourself in the mirror as you brush your teeth wishing you had a clone you could send out into the world in your place.
But I do not have a clone, a substitute or even a reasonable facsimile. Just me, the kids and about 57 things to do before I could crawl into bed tonight. Obligations, greetings, ceremonies, tickets, games, outfits, schedules, requirements, permission slips, box tops, receipts, shoes, change of outfits, flashlight, water bottles, sticky notes, jackets, sunglasses, phone calls, fast food dinner, pick-ups and drops-offs...until now. Now I have a few minutes before midnight to get my writing in for June 2nd.
8th grade promotion and dance, 5th grade yearbook day, play-day for elementary school, and the last baseball game of the season. All I had to do was get everybody where they needed to go, dressed in the right outfit, remembering the tickets, making sure everybody ate something besides licorice from the snack bar, and generally keeping peace and order. I did have to call in some reinforcements to help since the baseball game began half-way through the promotion ceremony, but I think it all went well.
I was going to find some baseball metaphor for the day, or something profound to say about moving on from middle school to high school, but it is late. I am tired. Maybe it is enough to acknowledge a lot happened today and those kinds of days happen sometimes. Did I fully appreciate the significance of the events? No, not as they happened. Will my children have good memories? I hope so, I think they will. Did I do everything I needed to do, plus a little? Yes, I think I did. I kept my sense of humor. I tolerated people and situations that were a little uncomfortable. I kissed everyone goodnight. I am going to turn off the computer , turn off the light, say a little prayer and go to sleep.
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