It wasn't until this morning that it dawned on me. As I was coaxing Alexis into getting dressed for the day, she was complaining that she was OMG, SO TIRED. "You can sleep as late as you want next week, my dear," I told her.
Next week.
Next week summer vacation begins.
Somehow this year has whooshed by at blinding speed. Where once I had a kid barely old enough for kindergarten, suddenly there stands a kid who is ready for first grade. I've been so wrapped up in just getting by for the past few months I hadn't even noticed here we are. It's over.
I've very purposely not talked about some of the challenges we've faced with kindergarten for a variety of reasons, but most of them have to do with the fact that Alexis is still standing on that bridge. I try not to start throwing around matches and gasoline until everyone is safe and has crossed their bridges. In just a few days, the bridge will be crossed.
Another chapter will begin.
I haven't figured out exactly how much of that kindergarten chapter I'm going to write down. We've obviously gotten through it. I'm still pondering what value there will be to writing about all of the fury I've been gradually building since the first signs were flashed around. But, man, SO MUCH FURY.
Lost in the fury was the fact that here we are. Kindergarten is very nearly a distant memory.
HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?
