The weirdest of weeks. And I'm finishing
it by sitting here in the high school parking lot, waiting for Matt to
return the last of his books and pick up his yearbook. That boy has
worked his head off to finish this year with all As. He is something
else. And is now officially a junior.
And in just a couple of
hours, Annes will finish her final AP test and summer for all of us will
truly begin. Yee to the Haw. So proud of that girl and how hard she
chooses to work and the fact that she is officially a high school
graduate. Well, technically next week. After the virtual graduation
ceremony. But still.
And my other three darlings, turned in
their devices and picked up their yearbooks this week. And I took a
corona photo of each of them with their teachers. So much weirdness. And
so much gratitude for their wonderful teachers.
Also, in
related news, I'm officially losing my ever livin' mind. Like for real.
Last night we were in the ER for Jacob (he is fine, gratefully--his
surgeon was just worried about a high fever and some strange symptoms
and just wanted to be sure it wasn't anything serious). And I kind of
wanted to just ask if I could stick around and use one of their beds to
rest. Yikes, Linn Crazyville Allen.
And then today, I was
driving Matt to this exact high school, which is less than 5 minutes
from our house. I've only been here approximately 4642 times. But
instead of that simple plan, I turned onto the freeway (which I haven't
been on in weeks, thanks to quarantine) for absolutely no reason. And
then another wrong turn, when I was finally able to get off the freeway.
So...completely losing it, party of one.
Oh look, there I am.
