The week we left for the Big Island, Ava graduated kindergarten and Scott graduated preschool. It was neat, but it was nothing like last year's tear fest. Not even close. I don't know if it was because we barely knew these teachers or what. It was nice, don't get me wrong. Just not like last year.
Now, she was having a BLAST. So what's with the melancholy face?
Here's her whole class, with the amazing Ms. Menor. I love that lady. I put in a request for Scott to have her, but apparently you're not really allowed to ask for a teacher. Whatever, I figured it couldn't hurt. I just really liked her. I like a strict teacher :)
Being the terrible mother that I am, Laura got Nick a lei to give to Ava after the ceremony. Thanks Laura!!!
And then Wednesday was Scott's.
His sweet teachers, Miss Joanne and Miss Paula. Can I tell you right quick, I ordered everyone those tumblers with the straws as part of their teacher gift, and I ordered JoannA instead of JoannE!!! Can you believe that? I'm sort of pissed, because I spelled it both ways in the instructions. So, the Etsy seller should have contacted me and asked which one I meant, don't you think? I would have!! So I ordered her another one, but the preschool is basically boarded up for the summer. So I have no idea how to get it to her, other than to wait until Warren starts in August...
I couldn't decide if I liked the color or the black and white better. So I put on both.
But now Nick is home. Today was Summer Day Six and it didn't go well. I just didn't do anything. Not a single thing. My alarm went off to work out, but I just sort of said, fuck that, and went back to sleep. So that threw my entire morning off. And my friend Libby came over for coffee, so I wanted to wait for her to start the Nectar of Life, so I literally just sat in the recliner staring at the blank tv screen until nine. My mother comes in two days, I wanted to clean the bathrooms, vacuum the stairs, wash towels and workout clothes, and organize one of the four shelves in my closet.
I did not do a single thing. Oh, I threw away all the garbage in the craft tub. Does that count?
Summer is not for the feint of heart ya'll. After I get my pics from the zoo yesterday uploaded, I'll tell you that super fun story.
Not for the feint of heart at all.