We're back into the swing of things for the new school year now. My 5-year-old started out kindergarten with no complaints. She didn't collapse after her first day because she was so tired. She kept right on going. She actually didn't show any signs of tiring for the whole first two weeks. We just finished week three of school and she started complaining about her legs hurting on the walk to school. She's no longer running around the track at school, but walking instead so she doesn't get too tired. The year is starting to take a toll on her. But, I don't think it's school that is the problem. It might be all the extra stuff.
Every Tuesday, after a full day of school, she comes home to a quick rest (soon to be homework time) and then she heads off to an hour of gymnastics. After that, its home for dinner and then off to bed, with no time to play.
Every Wednesday, after another full day of school, she comes home to change and then heads straight off to an hour of Broadway. Then, it's home for dinner and off to bed, again not much time to play, and will soon be filled with finishing her homework for the week.
This past week, she tried out for the school play. If she gets a part, that will mean an hour and a half every Monday after school.
Her school also has a lot of other fun stuff too. Last Thursday, after school, we came home for a quick rest, then headed back for her play auditions, then back home for a little more rest, then she turned right back around and went back to school for a Daddy/Daughter meeting. She didn't get home until an hour after her normal bedtime.
So, knowing that she's only 5 and needs some time to do her homework and just be a kid, do I make her quit gymnastics or Broadway to make room for the school play, which she is super excited about? She's also super excited about Broadway and gymnastics too, although gymnastics is her least favorite of the three. Have I let her overload herself and set her up to fail by not saying no? What is too much and can she succeed with such a busy schedule?
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Back to School
We survived our first week of kindergarten and our first day of preschool. Back to school is officially in full swing.
Jade is now on her second week of kindergarten and she is starting to get frustrated. They spent the first week learning the rules of the class and learning their way around the school. They got to know their teacher and their specials teachers. Now, in week two, and they are still learning the rules and getting acquainted with the school. She wants to read. She wants to write. She wants to do math. I keep telling her that it is coming and she'll have plenty of time to do lots of things, but I can see the frustration on her face. I ask her about her day and she says "we went to the library." I asked her if they got to check out any books and she said "no, they just told us a story about a kid who ruined a book by spilling red kool-aid on the book, and told us that we shouldn't eat or drink while reading a library book." The look in her eyes was a bit of disappointment and a lot of frustration. She was really hoping to get a BabyMouse book to read at school.
Maxwell started preschool today. He walked right in and sat down and started doing his puzzle with a big smile on his face. He had a wonderful day. He said, "I played with that boy." He couldn't remember his new friend's name but he liked meeting new friends. He was so proud of his "superstar" sticker he got. I am so proud of what a big boy he is and how he can so easily go into a room of strangers and make friends.
So, we're in full swing. As they get older, I'm running them around like mad. Someone in this family has something almost every night of the week. My only problem ... tonight we had to go straight from gymnastics to the PTA meeting. I didn't get to eat dinner, and I'm okay with that. What I'm not okay with is that I didn't get to eat dinner with my kids and put them to bed. I want to our family to always sit down together. I want to read stories to my children every night. Tonight, I didn't get to do that. So, I kiss them softly so I don't wake them and watch them sleep on the baby monitor, and I will give them an extra big hug tomorrow.
Jade is now on her second week of kindergarten and she is starting to get frustrated. They spent the first week learning the rules of the class and learning their way around the school. They got to know their teacher and their specials teachers. Now, in week two, and they are still learning the rules and getting acquainted with the school. She wants to read. She wants to write. She wants to do math. I keep telling her that it is coming and she'll have plenty of time to do lots of things, but I can see the frustration on her face. I ask her about her day and she says "we went to the library." I asked her if they got to check out any books and she said "no, they just told us a story about a kid who ruined a book by spilling red kool-aid on the book, and told us that we shouldn't eat or drink while reading a library book." The look in her eyes was a bit of disappointment and a lot of frustration. She was really hoping to get a BabyMouse book to read at school.
Maxwell started preschool today. He walked right in and sat down and started doing his puzzle with a big smile on his face. He had a wonderful day. He said, "I played with that boy." He couldn't remember his new friend's name but he liked meeting new friends. He was so proud of his "superstar" sticker he got. I am so proud of what a big boy he is and how he can so easily go into a room of strangers and make friends.
So, we're in full swing. As they get older, I'm running them around like mad. Someone in this family has something almost every night of the week. My only problem ... tonight we had to go straight from gymnastics to the PTA meeting. I didn't get to eat dinner, and I'm okay with that. What I'm not okay with is that I didn't get to eat dinner with my kids and put them to bed. I want to our family to always sit down together. I want to read stories to my children every night. Tonight, I didn't get to do that. So, I kiss them softly so I don't wake them and watch them sleep on the baby monitor, and I will give them an extra big hug tomorrow.
Friday, August 21, 2015
End of Summer
This is it. It's here. The end of summer. In just three more days, my oldest will start kindergarten. Am I ready? Not at all. Is she ready? Absolutely.
So, kindergarten in San Antonio starts at 7:40 a.m. That's ridiculously early. My kids sleep until 7:30 every morning. So, in order to prepare my sleeping child for an early morning school, I've been slowly getting her up earlier and earlier. This past week, we've woke up every morning at the time we would when we have to go to school. We've gotten completely ready to go (including dressed and breakfast eaten) and then we've walked to the school.
She has been excited for this and loves the time of just me and her up in the morning and walking to school. And the last couple of mornings, she's said. "momma, I'm going to miss you when I am at school, and you are going to miss me. But, I'm going to have a lot of fun." I am so proud of my big girl. How is she so wise at such a young age?!
So, Monday morning, she starts kindergarten.
And, a week later, my little man starts back at preschool. I would like to be able to say I don't know what I'm going to do with myself the two days a week that both kids will be at school, but I know better. I'll be running errands, doing cleaning, getting stuff done. I'll be so busy, I'll wonder where the time went each day.
So, we had a great summer. We visited family, we traveled and explored Denver. We went to the Children's Museum. We went to Kiddie Park. We went to Schlitterbahn. We did a lot of swimming. We cuddled a lot. And now it's over. Good luck this year, sweetheart! Mommy loves you and knows you are going to have so much fun!
So, kindergarten in San Antonio starts at 7:40 a.m. That's ridiculously early. My kids sleep until 7:30 every morning. So, in order to prepare my sleeping child for an early morning school, I've been slowly getting her up earlier and earlier. This past week, we've woke up every morning at the time we would when we have to go to school. We've gotten completely ready to go (including dressed and breakfast eaten) and then we've walked to the school.
She has been excited for this and loves the time of just me and her up in the morning and walking to school. And the last couple of mornings, she's said. "momma, I'm going to miss you when I am at school, and you are going to miss me. But, I'm going to have a lot of fun." I am so proud of my big girl. How is she so wise at such a young age?!
So, Monday morning, she starts kindergarten.
And, a week later, my little man starts back at preschool. I would like to be able to say I don't know what I'm going to do with myself the two days a week that both kids will be at school, but I know better. I'll be running errands, doing cleaning, getting stuff done. I'll be so busy, I'll wonder where the time went each day.
So, we had a great summer. We visited family, we traveled and explored Denver. We went to the Children's Museum. We went to Kiddie Park. We went to Schlitterbahn. We did a lot of swimming. We cuddled a lot. And now it's over. Good luck this year, sweetheart! Mommy loves you and knows you are going to have so much fun!
Friday, August 7, 2015
Sometimes you just want to give up, and that's okay
This has been one of those weeks ... one of those weeks where you feel like giving up. When you feel like nothing you do is right. When it seems like no one is listening to you and you don't know why you even try anymore. Well, I've had one of those weeks, but I'm doing my best to get out of it.
Monday started like any other week. We all got up and got ready for a typical day (going to the gym, getting the grocery shopping done, running some errands). The kids started right off with not listening at the table, not getting ready when they are supposed to, and constant complaining and fighting. I happily dropped them off at the child watch to do my weight lifting class to my daughter whining "do I have to go to kids in motion?" I did my workout well (as well as I could with my hurt knee and it still hurting to breath) and felt good about it. So, we headed to Trader Joe's to do our grocery shopping. I got them each a sample in the produce section and when they finished that, I gave them each a snack to eat. But, that wasn't good enough. Jade couldn't drink the sample drink because it has apples in it, and so she had to whine about that. When they finished their snack, I let Maxwell get out of the cart and help Jade push the kid's cart. Of course, he wanted to go to fast. She didn't want him to help at all. They had to scream and yell at each other for the second half of our trip to control the darned cart!!! Nap time couldn't come soon enough! But, we made it through the day, everyone alive.
Tuesday, we went to the gym again in the morning, this time a little earlier because I'm still trying to find a zumba instructor that I like. No luck this time either (so both Tuesday and Thursdays are out). I brought the kids home to hang out and play (hubby works from home on Tuesday) while I ran over to Maxwell's preschool to drop off my substitute teacher application and start the background check process. Fight, fight, fight over lunch. No one wants to eat what I make them. Then, as a surprise to Jade, after Maxwell is put down to nap, I take her shopping with me. I HATE SHOPPING AT TARGET! I know I should have my SAHM card taken away for saying that, but it is a total nightmare there every time I go. They never have what I need in the right sizes or at all, and I end up coming home with a bunch of crap I didn't need. Then, to gymnastics, home for a dinner that the kids seemed to like, and off to bed.
Wednesday was kind of a special day. I had been promising Jade I'd take her to Kiddie Park since April and so we finally went. It was hot and Maxwell got scared on the ferris wheel. I almost got sick on the carousel and Maxwell was devastated because he wanted to ride the pink airplane, but he was too slow each time and the big kids beat him to it each time. Fits, tantrums, and crying from each of them over wanting the blue car, or the pink plane, or Maxwell to ride with Jade, all morning long. And, not a one "Thank you, Mom! That was fun!" They both napped, so I was obligated to take them to my husband's beach volleyball game that night. So, while he drank beer and played volleyball with his coworkers, I had to sit and referee the kids fights over shovels and buckets and keep them safe from flying balls and yell continuously to stop picking up the garbage. And, had to make a mad-dash to get Maxwell to the bathroom in time so he wouldn't do stinks in his pants. Fun!!!
Thursday came and I was exhausted, but I got up and went and go blood work done, then to get my finger printing done for the substituting position. Then, went to the gym and rode the bike for an hour. This was followed by the madness that is swim lessons. Jade cries every time we have lessons. It is so upsetting I just want to break down and give up, but I know she needs to do this. She's good too, which makes it so upsetting. Nap time and Maxwell refuses to nap today, making for a difficult toddler up until bedtime.
Friday, playdate with the preschool friends. That was nice and fun. I'm starting to feel a little relief. The kids haven't been terrible, although Maxwell is refusing his nap again today. And, it's the weekend, which means nothing, except that Papa will be home to offer something.
So, it will turn around. I'm not going to quit and bury my head in the covers and never come out. I will keep pushing forward. The kids will have their bad days, but they will be good too. I'm tired and I have a lot of work to do, but what Mom doesn't, right? Just keep pushing forward and it will be better. And, I finally finished the antibiotic, so I can have a glass of wine tonight! And, will the kids remember that I almost snapped this week and wanted to give up? No. They'll maybe remember that fun day at Kiddie Park. They'll maybe remember playing on the playground with their school friends. Jade is going to remember that she didn't get to make an "ocean" out of water bottles, rocks and water like Johnny did and will pester me until we make one at home.
So, I just want to say to all the other Moms out there going through a rough week ... it's okay to want to give up sometimes. But, hang in there, because it will get better.
Monday started like any other week. We all got up and got ready for a typical day (going to the gym, getting the grocery shopping done, running some errands). The kids started right off with not listening at the table, not getting ready when they are supposed to, and constant complaining and fighting. I happily dropped them off at the child watch to do my weight lifting class to my daughter whining "do I have to go to kids in motion?" I did my workout well (as well as I could with my hurt knee and it still hurting to breath) and felt good about it. So, we headed to Trader Joe's to do our grocery shopping. I got them each a sample in the produce section and when they finished that, I gave them each a snack to eat. But, that wasn't good enough. Jade couldn't drink the sample drink because it has apples in it, and so she had to whine about that. When they finished their snack, I let Maxwell get out of the cart and help Jade push the kid's cart. Of course, he wanted to go to fast. She didn't want him to help at all. They had to scream and yell at each other for the second half of our trip to control the darned cart!!! Nap time couldn't come soon enough! But, we made it through the day, everyone alive.
Tuesday, we went to the gym again in the morning, this time a little earlier because I'm still trying to find a zumba instructor that I like. No luck this time either (so both Tuesday and Thursdays are out). I brought the kids home to hang out and play (hubby works from home on Tuesday) while I ran over to Maxwell's preschool to drop off my substitute teacher application and start the background check process. Fight, fight, fight over lunch. No one wants to eat what I make them. Then, as a surprise to Jade, after Maxwell is put down to nap, I take her shopping with me. I HATE SHOPPING AT TARGET! I know I should have my SAHM card taken away for saying that, but it is a total nightmare there every time I go. They never have what I need in the right sizes or at all, and I end up coming home with a bunch of crap I didn't need. Then, to gymnastics, home for a dinner that the kids seemed to like, and off to bed.
Wednesday was kind of a special day. I had been promising Jade I'd take her to Kiddie Park since April and so we finally went. It was hot and Maxwell got scared on the ferris wheel. I almost got sick on the carousel and Maxwell was devastated because he wanted to ride the pink airplane, but he was too slow each time and the big kids beat him to it each time. Fits, tantrums, and crying from each of them over wanting the blue car, or the pink plane, or Maxwell to ride with Jade, all morning long. And, not a one "Thank you, Mom! That was fun!" They both napped, so I was obligated to take them to my husband's beach volleyball game that night. So, while he drank beer and played volleyball with his coworkers, I had to sit and referee the kids fights over shovels and buckets and keep them safe from flying balls and yell continuously to stop picking up the garbage. And, had to make a mad-dash to get Maxwell to the bathroom in time so he wouldn't do stinks in his pants. Fun!!!
Thursday came and I was exhausted, but I got up and went and go blood work done, then to get my finger printing done for the substituting position. Then, went to the gym and rode the bike for an hour. This was followed by the madness that is swim lessons. Jade cries every time we have lessons. It is so upsetting I just want to break down and give up, but I know she needs to do this. She's good too, which makes it so upsetting. Nap time and Maxwell refuses to nap today, making for a difficult toddler up until bedtime.
Friday, playdate with the preschool friends. That was nice and fun. I'm starting to feel a little relief. The kids haven't been terrible, although Maxwell is refusing his nap again today. And, it's the weekend, which means nothing, except that Papa will be home to offer something.
So, it will turn around. I'm not going to quit and bury my head in the covers and never come out. I will keep pushing forward. The kids will have their bad days, but they will be good too. I'm tired and I have a lot of work to do, but what Mom doesn't, right? Just keep pushing forward and it will be better. And, I finally finished the antibiotic, so I can have a glass of wine tonight! And, will the kids remember that I almost snapped this week and wanted to give up? No. They'll maybe remember that fun day at Kiddie Park. They'll maybe remember playing on the playground with their school friends. Jade is going to remember that she didn't get to make an "ocean" out of water bottles, rocks and water like Johnny did and will pester me until we make one at home.
So, I just want to say to all the other Moms out there going through a rough week ... it's okay to want to give up sometimes. But, hang in there, because it will get better.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Theatre camp fun
My 5-year-old daughter went to theatre camp this past week. It was Mary Poppins themed and she was so excited. It was what she was looking forward to all summer long and it was finally here.
So, I sent her off, from 10 a.m. - 4 p.m. every day for a week. Monday, she brought home her script and her music book. She was quite devastated because she didn't get the part of Jane, like she wanted. She was crying so hard, but I talked her down and explained to her that you don't always get the part you want, and when that happens, you do your best with what you were give them. That night, she went through the music book and picked out the solo she wanted to try out for and she started practicing it every free second she had.
Tuesday, she came home happy. She was really excited about learning the penguin dance, and she was really excited about solo auditions that were happening Wednesday.
Wednesday came, audition day. And, she came out so excited that she got the solo! I was so proud of her. But, she was even more excited because they finished learning the penguin dance.
Thursday was just another day for her. She was happy it was over, because that meant the next day was show day.
Friday came, show day. She had a full day of camp and then they had two shows that evening. She was so excited. We only got four total tickets, divided among the shows, so we decided that I would go by myself to the first show and the Papa and little man would come to the second show. So, I sat nervously awaiting her performance in the front row.
For a 5-year-old who only had a week to learn a dance, a skit, and a 20-minute song and dance routine, she did great. Sure, it was perfect. Yes, she had to look around to remember some of the dance moves, and she didn't sing every word, but I was very proud of her.
My big surprise came when the music portion of the show started and when it came time for what I was told was my daughter's solo, she was standing in the back row behind 4 much bigger girls while they sang her solo in front of her. Every other "solo" during that night the soloists all stood in a row together. Never was there a soloist standing behind the rest of them. She was told it was because she didn't tell the dance teacher that she was a soloist. But, I'm pretty upset about that. Why can't they get their act together and not rely on a 5-year-old to relay details between teachers for her first show like this.
But, she loved it and she has asked to audition for the Nutcracker in a couple of months. I have a true performer on my hands.
So, I sent her off, from 10 a.m. - 4 p.m. every day for a week. Monday, she brought home her script and her music book. She was quite devastated because she didn't get the part of Jane, like she wanted. She was crying so hard, but I talked her down and explained to her that you don't always get the part you want, and when that happens, you do your best with what you were give them. That night, she went through the music book and picked out the solo she wanted to try out for and she started practicing it every free second she had.
Tuesday, she came home happy. She was really excited about learning the penguin dance, and she was really excited about solo auditions that were happening Wednesday.
Wednesday came, audition day. And, she came out so excited that she got the solo! I was so proud of her. But, she was even more excited because they finished learning the penguin dance.
Thursday was just another day for her. She was happy it was over, because that meant the next day was show day.
For a 5-year-old who only had a week to learn a dance, a skit, and a 20-minute song and dance routine, she did great. Sure, it was perfect. Yes, she had to look around to remember some of the dance moves, and she didn't sing every word, but I was very proud of her.
My big surprise came when the music portion of the show started and when it came time for what I was told was my daughter's solo, she was standing in the back row behind 4 much bigger girls while they sang her solo in front of her. Every other "solo" during that night the soloists all stood in a row together. Never was there a soloist standing behind the rest of them. She was told it was because she didn't tell the dance teacher that she was a soloist. But, I'm pretty upset about that. Why can't they get their act together and not rely on a 5-year-old to relay details between teachers for her first show like this.
But, she loved it and she has asked to audition for the Nutcracker in a couple of months. I have a true performer on my hands.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Summer time, continued
A couple of weeks ago, the kids and I tagged along on my husband's work trip. We knew in advance that he wasn't going to have much, if any time to have fun with us, but we got a free hotel in Denver, so why not?
The problem ... I was sick when it came time for the trip. I had no voice the day before and along with coughing, it hurt to breath. Add in 2 small kids in the mile-high city, and you've got a rough week for this Momma.
But, if you ask my kids, I don't think they will remember that I was sick, because I did everything possible to make it a memorable trip for them.
Day 1, we got there and didn't have time for much. We did dinner and happy hour and just settled into the hotel.
Day 2, we took a walk down to the 16th street mall. We shopped and got some little gifts for the kids, and we saw the sites. I was excited to see the capital building and have fun with my kids. My kids were excited because they got to ride the bus.
Day 3, I took my kids to walk around the entertainment district of Denver. They saw the performing arts buildings and even got to go inside the concert hall and take some pictures. My kids loved the dancing people statue that was outside. "Mommy, they're naked" is all they will remember of the entire trip to Denver.
Day 4, We took the bus and then walked to go to the Denver Children's museum. They had a lot of fun. Even through the coughing and inability to breath, I strapped Maxwell on my back and hiked all the way to the other side of town for them to have this fun day, and then hiked all the way back after they were done playing. They loved it and we even walked along the river on the way back to get some extra scenery in.
Day 5 was a pool day. Our hotel had a "hot tub" warm indoor pool and the kids loved swimming in it.
If you ask Maxwell what his favorite part was, he'll say swimming. If you ask Jade what her favorite part was, she'll say the Children's museum. Both will say they had fun and want to go back, so all in all, I think it was a successful trip. Neither one of them will even remember that Momma was miserable the whole time, so I see that as a success!
The problem ... I was sick when it came time for the trip. I had no voice the day before and along with coughing, it hurt to breath. Add in 2 small kids in the mile-high city, and you've got a rough week for this Momma.
But, if you ask my kids, I don't think they will remember that I was sick, because I did everything possible to make it a memorable trip for them.
Day 1, we got there and didn't have time for much. We did dinner and happy hour and just settled into the hotel.
Day 2, we took a walk down to the 16th street mall. We shopped and got some little gifts for the kids, and we saw the sites. I was excited to see the capital building and have fun with my kids. My kids were excited because they got to ride the bus.
Day 3, I took my kids to walk around the entertainment district of Denver. They saw the performing arts buildings and even got to go inside the concert hall and take some pictures. My kids loved the dancing people statue that was outside. "Mommy, they're naked" is all they will remember of the entire trip to Denver.
Day 4, We took the bus and then walked to go to the Denver Children's museum. They had a lot of fun. Even through the coughing and inability to breath, I strapped Maxwell on my back and hiked all the way to the other side of town for them to have this fun day, and then hiked all the way back after they were done playing. They loved it and we even walked along the river on the way back to get some extra scenery in.
Day 5 was a pool day. Our hotel had a "hot tub" warm indoor pool and the kids loved swimming in it.
If you ask Maxwell what his favorite part was, he'll say swimming. If you ask Jade what her favorite part was, she'll say the Children's museum. Both will say they had fun and want to go back, so all in all, I think it was a successful trip. Neither one of them will even remember that Momma was miserable the whole time, so I see that as a success!
Friday, July 3, 2015
What will she remember when she's all grown up?
Summer is a fun time for kids. There is no school and parents do whatever they can to keep their kids busy, which includes vacations and lots of fun activities. Now, here we are a month into this summer. Independence Day is upon us. If someone were to ask my kids how their summer has gone so far, would they be satisfied? Would they be pleased? Or, would they just have a long list of things we haven't done yet? And, most importantly, would my soon-to-be-kindergartener be happy with how her last summer as a little girl is going?
I hate to say it, but with the attitude my 5 year old has been sporting lately, I'd have to say that she would just have a long list of things yet to do this summer. I know she has been having fun. She's enjoyed our adventures so far, although she complains every day we have a "normal" day. How did my sweet little girl become the one who always needs more? What did I do to teach her that it is okay to always whine and complain about things? I thought I did a better job of showing gratitude for what I had and never showing any need for anything else. I have never shown her that I want anything more than I have. So where did she get this from?
And then there is my 2 year old. He is happy just visiting the library or going to see his best friends Maddy-Sebastian-Zach. He asks for the "normal" days of going to the YMCA and the grocery store.
So, there is 6 weeks of summer left. I'm taking the kids on an adventure in a new state for a week. I hope to take them to all the places that I promised before the start of the year. My big girl has two more summer camps, one where she will put on the play, Mary Poppins. I want to take her to the zoo, since she still hasn't been. I want to take her to Kiddie Park, since she still hasn't been. I want to take both of them to Morgan's Wonderland, since none of us have been yet.
I didn't want to cram too much into this summer. I wanted to just cuddle with my big girl and little boy. But, more and more keeps coming up. And, now, with it almost half done, I feel like there is too much left to do and not enough time to do it in. So, will I let her down? Will she remember her last summer before school as the one where her Mother didn't give her everything she promised? Or, when she looks back, will she remember how hard I tried to give her as many memories as I good?
I hate to say it, but with the attitude my 5 year old has been sporting lately, I'd have to say that she would just have a long list of things yet to do this summer. I know she has been having fun. She's enjoyed our adventures so far, although she complains every day we have a "normal" day. How did my sweet little girl become the one who always needs more? What did I do to teach her that it is okay to always whine and complain about things? I thought I did a better job of showing gratitude for what I had and never showing any need for anything else. I have never shown her that I want anything more than I have. So where did she get this from?
And then there is my 2 year old. He is happy just visiting the library or going to see his best friends Maddy-Sebastian-Zach. He asks for the "normal" days of going to the YMCA and the grocery store.
So, there is 6 weeks of summer left. I'm taking the kids on an adventure in a new state for a week. I hope to take them to all the places that I promised before the start of the year. My big girl has two more summer camps, one where she will put on the play, Mary Poppins. I want to take her to the zoo, since she still hasn't been. I want to take her to Kiddie Park, since she still hasn't been. I want to take both of them to Morgan's Wonderland, since none of us have been yet.
I didn't want to cram too much into this summer. I wanted to just cuddle with my big girl and little boy. But, more and more keeps coming up. And, now, with it almost half done, I feel like there is too much left to do and not enough time to do it in. So, will I let her down? Will she remember her last summer before school as the one where her Mother didn't give her everything she promised? Or, when she looks back, will she remember how hard I tried to give her as many memories as I good?
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