I just want one more. I know it isn’t really possible now with all of the real life grown up stuff that I have gotten myself into but just one more time I would love to have that last day of school.
My daughter finishes kindergarten in a couple of weeks and my wife says goodbye to another group of third graders. They are in full crescendo mode as mountains of paperwork are plowed through and teacher appreciation gifts are given and received. They have their heads down in the trenches right now but they know it is looming. That glorious day on the horizon when they finally get to exhale and and feel the weight be lifted away.
Do you remember the unadulterated joy of the last day of school? Responsibility seems to evaporate into the hot summer sun and your mind is flooded with possibilities. This will be my daughter’s fist last day and I will remember to encourage her to cherish them for the next few years. One day she will be grown up and her concerns in June will go far beyond the watermelon juice dripping off her elbows and the swimsuit hanging on the shower rod still damp from the day before.
It is hard for me to imagine having every shred of responsibility suddenly stripped away and replaced with an entire summer of vacation. The last day of school is the epitome of childhood. I may not have any left but it is one area that I fully intend to live vicariously through my kids. Just remembering getting off that bus for the last time and bounding down the driveway without a care in the world makes me smile.
The last day of school is totally sweet.
So last week I read some blogs with clever hooks in the title, and being the unoriginal opportunist that I am, I decided to follow suit. Last night I took off my wedding ring because my hand was so swollen it was starting to cut off the circulation. You see, I got stung by a wasp yesterday and apparently I am a wee bit allergic. In fact, I now have a right hand and a left paw.
I can wax poetic about all of the joys that summer brings but sometimes all of that awesome has a stinger. You can rest assured that while the wasp won the battle, I won the war but still, this thing hurts like a mother. Which (thanks to my smarter than your average kindergartner) is exactly what that wasp was. Did you know that only female wasps have stingers? Neither did I until I was enlightened by my 5 year old. I will let you insert your own male female joke here as to not offend my core readership. Did you know it is kinda hard to type with one paw? I guess Summer would be too easy though if there weren’t at least a few obstacles to traverse so bee stings, bug bites, sunburns, and alcohol poisoning are just a few of the “weaks” that we will try to avoid. Did he just say alcohol poisoning? Yes, margarita filled patios can come with a price.
As we usher in summer and stock up on the SPF 1million and the chemical free bug spray hoping our soft pasty indoorsy selves don’t get bit by mother nature, beware of stingers because getting stung is totally weak.
**Maybe once the swelling comes down I will actually have something funny to write about, it seems that wasp venom has had an adverse reaction to my sense of humor as well.**