My gas tank is empty and yet we have a few miles to go before school is finally out for the summer next Wednesday. (My son was out of school a week or so ago.) My daughter has half-days this week and other than a presentation tomorrow afternoon, she’s pretty much done in terms of productivity. (Next week: a field trip to see a movie in the movie theater down the road . . . the next day, a beach day. This week: lots of yearbook passing for signatures, plenty of party-planing for the summer, etc.)
Fortunately, she’s distracted by the presentation and hasn’t been able to obsess and worry about the fact that she’s having a front tooth pulled tomorrow as part of her orthodontic treatment. This is a girl who burst into tears when she got a vaccination recently, so I can only imagine the histrionics that will accompany the actual needle in her gums tomorrow. (It’s a small tooth, smaller than normal and I’m told it will ‘slip out’ but I don’t really and truly believe anything a dentist says, no offense if you’re a dentist.)
(I’m not a big fan of the dentist so I’m trying to keep this underlying dread I have to myself.)
I will be glad when the whole thing is over. And by “thing,” I mean the dental appointment.
I will also be glad when school is over.
Her summer break will end on August 24 and if I know my time-travel, August 24 will arrive in approximately six days. I don’t know how it happens, I don’t know why, but I do know that time ticks quicker the older I get and summer-time ticks away the quickest of all.