The last days of the school year are ticking away.
My daughter is at Cedar Point today, which must be what brought the storms. Tradition dictates that weather for the class trip be wretched.
Following this will be two days of stress over exams, followed by an eighth grade graduation of sorts, followed by a token last half-day and then fretting until the grades come home.
The boy is feeling no such stress. Already blessed with a certificate for high honors, he insists his exams will be no big deal, and has done not a lick of visible studying.
He is more concerned about how to schedule both driver’s ed and a week or two in Iowa (home of Musketeer #4) around a midsummer trip to Zambia. He was starting to freak until I flipped calendar pages and counted, noting his summer break was 11 weeks long, and surely that would be enough time to do everything; he relaxed a bit.
Still, the kids don’t think their break is long enough. We parents snort and say nothing.
This post originally appeared on ourMidland.com, the online home of the Midland (MI) Daily News. Republished with permission.