I remember learning the word "penultimate" sometime in late grade school, and thought it was definitely a word whose usage by me (ack! Passive voice!) would display to the world my brillance and pithy ability with language. Okay, so none of the above has come true, however, I still think it is a fun word, and it is indeed the penultimate week before school . . . so, I'm usin' it by gum!
10-yr-old and Coach Dad are back at football, so for at least part of the family, all is right with the world. The jury is still out on whether or not he'll be quarterbacking again. According to Offensive Coordinator Dad, he is probably the top candidate, however, 10-yr-old is very concerned that he "earn" the spot--lest someone think he leading because his Daddy is coaching. So proud of that little man! Who taught him to process like that?!
8-yr-old is using the white board to count down the days until school starts. He is bored, and is using his free time to tell me this. Over, and over, and over again. He did however finish reading all of the books of the baseball card series he became obsessed with this summer, and has begun reading Harry Potter. He told me that he thinks he is "finally ready" to read the series.
The Mom of the house is making lists of her lists, I believe, somehow thinking that perhaps in doing so, the items on the list, such as: lesson planning, decorating classroom, making seating charts . . . will somehow take care of themselves. Funny what eight weeks off will do to a teacher.
But, there is chicken in the crockpot, flowers hanging on for dear life on the back deck, school supplies nestled in their respective backpacks, and fall sports previews in the newspaper. All sure signs that it is the second to last week of summer vacation.
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