I’ve always loved roller coasters.
Well, maybe not always. It took me until I was about 10 before I could fully enjoy and appreciate a good roller coaster. Since then, I’ve been a huge fan. The thrill of climbing that first hill to the exhileration of your body shooting down the steep hills to the ferocious flip flops of your stomach when you experience the corkscrews and loopedy-loops. It’s a rush of fear mixed with joy mixed with adrenaline. I love them!
Lately though I’ve been feeling like my life is a big roller coaster ride.
I’m not a big fan.
The end of the school year seems to do this to me every time. The thrill of facing the end of a rigid schedule to the exhileration of attempting to juggle the wrap-up activities of 4 kids at once, to the flip flop of my stomach as I realize what isn’t getting done while I’m rushing around tying up all the loose ends.
It has fallen by the wayside this week. Something had to give and this was it.
Do you feel this way at the end of the school year? Please tell me I’m not alone.
It’s not that I haven’t thought about blogging. Because I have. In fact I’ve taken my camera with me to many of these end of the year events. I just haven’t had time to sit down at the computer to think of something clever to write in addition to my random pics.
But I found about 20 minutes between events this evening to sit down and peck out a quick post. For posterity sake if nothing else.
The first set is the second grade day-long field trip I went on yesterday. WHY save these marathon field trips to until the end of the year???
The second set is the preschool graduation ceremony. Yes, that’s right. My preschooler graduated from preschool. Even though he started half way through the school year. And even though he’s going again next year. Oh well. It was cute at least.