Some months, I do not like my calendar one bit. May is one of those months. Weekdays are busy, weekends are busy, it's go go go. Another thing I don't like about my May calendar are the five little words that appear on the 23rd - "Brynn's last day of school." WHAT?!?! I'm not even going to get into the emotional issues I have with May 23rd. I get a little choked up just thinking about watching Brynn up there on stage for the last time at Kids of Grace. I just want to know a few things. Like, where did this school year go? How is she done already? What am I going to do with BOTH of my kids up my ass for three hot, sticky months?
They kept creeping closer via commando crawl to the girl with the ugly, mean, yapping chihuahua a few feet ahead of them. It was pretty cute. The kids, not the rat this chick was trying to pass off as a dog.