School’s out for summer!
I’ll pause here to allow the cheers and screams and sheer undulations of joy to subside from the young dude peanut gallery that’s now got far too much time on its hands.
All done? Good.
Anyway, it’s an odd last day of school here at Casa de Dude. Sarcasmo bounced back from college during the first semester of last year, so he’s been out of school. Zippy the Monkey Boy went to a private school and had all A’s in his classes so didn’t have to study for or take final exams so he’s been out for several weeks and only had to go back to school last week to graduate.
It’s only Hyper Lad who’s counting today as the official first day of summer. The price we pay for allowing them to get older, I guess.
I still say we should dip them in amber sometime around six or so. That way, they never have to get into that cynical or sarcastic phase in which all parents are idiots and the world stinks. And we never have to deal with pre-puberty and puberty mood swings.
Unfortunately, every time I bring that up, people start looking at me strange and I get a visit from child protective services.
It’s been difficult to keep Hyper Lad on task these last couple of weeks, what with his brothers home and not doing any sort of school. He is seriously ticked off that he can’t stay up late and sleep late and not go to school. Not that I blame him, of course. I mean, since his End of Grade tests have ended a couple of weeks back, he’s been doing — essentially — nothing of value in school.
Still, it’s something all school-age dudes have to suffer through.
Now it’s all over. School’s out for the summer, so no more eight hours of school each day, and the young dudes get to stay home all the time.
Which is something all parent-age dudes have to suffer through.
Even with a house full of young dudes, all filled to the brim with a horrible concoction of hormones and energy, there still is something worthwhile to cling to: only a little over two months until school starts again.
Nah. Just kidding. I love having them home. I don’t have to harangue anyone about homework or tests or projects or getting up on time to get to school.
And I get a little more face time, another vanishingly small unit of time before they’re out of the house (hopefully) for good.
So school’s out and it’s time for fun.
Well, they get to have fun. For parents, it’s just more of the same. Only hotter. With more kids underfoot.