Monday, July 15, 2013
It's the last day of the holidays. We are baking a cake. An oozy, gooey, chocolate cake. The boys are supposed to be helping me - which means they are watching Batman DVDs and emerging infrequently to lick the bowls and spoons.
It's the last day of the holidays. The school shoes have been tried on - and found wanting. Sigh. Little boys have feet with a habit of growing bigger and bigger. Judging by the size of my sock-matching pile, little boys also have about 100 feet each. I am living with a family of centipedes.
It's the last day of the holidays. Part of me can't wait to see them head back to school. Part of me is missing them already.
It's the last day of the holidays. I wonder what the next term will bring.
Is it the last day of the holidays at your place? Are you excited or ambivalent?