The kids ate popsicles and watched movies for their last day at school. I contemplated sending them in with bouquets for their teachers but then thought it would be a burden on the teachers to deal with that and then wished I had just bought them anyway.
We went to get ice cream and ate it in the filthy parking lot because there’s no seating in the store anymore, with masks around our chins. Theo did parkour on the parking lot barriers. The boys slapped each other repeatedly while laughing in the car. And that was how 1st and 3rd grade ended.
There’s something profound about the beginning and ending of things. I’m not distraught anymore; but I am relieved/tentative about what comes next. Nine weeks of a choppy summer - my sister’s visit, lots of camping, an epic road trip across Utah, Nevada and Arizona, and finally ending in the return of my event.
The boys have gotten so thin and tall since last summer. All the pictures people are sharing of their kids have them looking much like mine last summer - barefoot and feral. It’s funny to see them all institutionalized again.
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