The Summer That Wouldn't End

We got an automated phone call last week from our kids' school. They're going to be attending a brand new public school being built locally, and we had been told (in a previous automated phone call) by the principal that the school would be finished in time to start with all the other public schools on August 25th. But last week's call had no such good news. The woman's voice on the phone dropped the bomb: for the safety of our children the start of school will be postponed and won't start until September 5. I was aghast and angry. I wanted to reach through the phone and throttle the principal. How could they get our hopes up like that then dash them to pieces like a baseball through a window? If we had been expecting to start late all along it wouldn't be such a shocker. But to convey this depressing revelation with only a week to go 'til Sanity is crueler than cruel. I was in a funk. My neighbor told me she cried. Two weeks seemed like an eternity. I tried to look at the positives and could really only come up with one: I could continue to run outdoors for two more weeks without having to rise at an unearthly hour to put in some time on the treadmill. But the thought didn't ameliorate me.

Now we're in the countdown with a week and a half to go. I'm trying to fill it with trips, activities, time passers, anything. And I'm realizing that almost 4 months away from school has been damaging to my kids' learning. Maybe I should fill it with some homeschooling...

Things you don't say to your wife

I saw this on another blog this morning and found it too hilarious not to share...