Who Took My Marbles?

So I find myself again at the end of another school year...exhausted, relieved and a little melancholy. I find that it takes a lot of trust to allow your child to go to school. By the end of the school year they have spent a huge amount of their time with a teacher that you know very little about and since their teacher apparently is the expert on all subjects they wield an enormous amount of influence on your child. After sharing your child with that teacher for a year you start to feel a certain bond to the teacher; a certain level of gratitude that your child came through the year relativiely unscathed. Anyways, to get to the point, I feel compelled at the end of the year to find a way to express my gratitude. Since most of our grade school years have been spent in California the expression of gratitude was easy...A Book of Mormon with their testimony. This year was a little different because all of their teachers are LDS and therefore the Book of Mormon seems a little pointless. So what to do, what to give? Well once again Walmart bailed me out. We found the prettiest little forget-me-not plants. What better way to say thank you than with a pretty little plant that says don't forget me because I won't forget you! Forgive my boasting but; genius.:)
And so begins another summer. The kids have been out of school for 2 hours and I have already had to break up 5 or 6 fights, explain the disciplinary procedure for the summer, referee lunch, console a child for a cancelled play date, hear about all the things they want to do this summer and how they are already bored. Oh and did I mention I spent my last hour of my semi-free time (that means I only had two kids with me)registering kids at the new school and at UVU. And with that motherhood calls.