Too bad I don’t mean that literally. More like doggie paddling from one event to another as we finish out the school year. We really are part of the “everybody gets a trophy” generation. Sports awards, academic awards, yay you put on your shoes awards . . . I don’t know what all these awards are for, but it feels like there’s a ceremony every time I turn around.
At one of the 3 billion end of year ceremonies — Carter got a math award and I think 2 others, but I was busy texting Josh that I win wife of the year for showing up to all of these things. The 3 seconds when they call my kid’s name is fine, but the rest of the hour (or 2!) . . . snoozefest. And I don’t stand up, or move to the front or hold up my phone to take photos. Posed award ceremony photos are the most boring ever, but I took these so Josh could feel like he was there without actually having to be there. Winning.
I love my baby boy, but have to admit that I was shocked to get an email saying that he would be getting an academic award — until they called his name for Excellence in PE and then it all made sense. He can’t remember to turn in half of his assignments, but he approaches life like it’s one big physical challenge.
More academic “excellence”: Most Enthusiastic in US Government. I don’t doubt it for one second. That’s my Calvin — excellent class participator, not the greatest test taker. I did tease him that his teacher must have made up that award just for him, but Calvin promises that it’s one that they give out every year. I’m glad someone can be enthusiastic about our government . . . and how tall is he looking now?! (I think he’s up to 5’11”)
My girlie finished her kindergarten year — she’s already turning into a do it yourselfer in the Hicks/Chartier tradition. On the way into school she said, “When it’s hot, it’s cooler to have your hair up.” So she wrapped as she walked and tucked her hair into a bun without missing a stride. I was impressed. She really is me in 7th grade. Wet hair bun and all.
We did it! We finished out the year. 4 years at Bahrain Elementary, Middle and High school. Lucky military kids getting to stay for a such a long stretch in one place.
And this his how we’re feeling these days — exhausted.
weary
fatigued
can’t keep our eyes open
dead to the world
beat
worn out
passed out
and out cold.
Counting down: one month from tomorrow