Today is my last day of summer. Tomorrow the teachers report for meetings. It has been a great summer: a lake house, lots of tomatoes and cucumbers, the bookstore job, a couple of museums, summer musicals, beautiful flowers, and lots of time with the family.
The downside: my classroom and lesson planning are not ready to go. I should work on them today. *sigh* But I'm thinking about spending this afternoon in the swimming pool. That seems like an appropriate way to end the summer.
Then I remember that last summer, beginning August 1st, I worked in my trailer from 7:30 in the morning until 8:00 at night for almost a week. The Mr. brought lunch and supper to me. I wanted to make sure I finished my room so I could help those people who couldn't move in as early as I did. It turned out to be a good thing since we were moving teachers into classrooms right up until the night before school started. (And when I say moving in, I mean hauling and cleaning student desks, books, etc.) No wonder I haven't wanted to work at school this year.
I really am excited about going back to school, but I just want one more day to play. I sound like one of my sophomores, don't I?? "The trouble with kids today is that they are us." Yep, that sounds about right.