"When mothers talk about the depression of the empty nest, they're not mourning the passing of all those wet towels on the floor, or the music that numbs your teeth, or even the bottle of capless shampoo dribbling down the shower drain. They're upset because they've gone from supervisor of a child's life to a spectator. It's like being vice president of the United States." -Erma Bombeck
Well, it's done. We pulled it off. Hobby Lobby really came through for me this time. I was looking for those cheesy plastic dinosaurs and stumbled across plastic dinosaur bones! That is not broccoli on the box, but in fact fake foliage, and yes that is a Lego explorer/dinosaur excavator.
All I can say is that I don't know how my mom ever did this without Hobby Lobby, a Cricut cutting machine, and Google. Maybe my kids are right. Maybe the 80's really were the dark ages.
This marks an end of an era for me. No more county reports. It's all a little surreal as I see the elementary experience waning for me. I've been up to my elbows in elementary school for 12 years now, and I have only two short years left. Part of me wants to do the Toyota Jump. But another part of me looks at my growing children, and I get a little panicked. My years as supervisor are starting to wane, and I can see that spectator role in the distant horizon. Here's to the last two years of field trips, readathons, construction paper, and class parties.
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