Friday was a life lesson for me, mainly that the school year exists to prevent accidents related to entertaining my kids in the remaining days of summer. My last surge of summer energy often neglects the laws of common sense, for the sake of that bucket list of things I said we were going to do with our kids over break. I sucked at that list, and we only accomplished 22% of it, and so I had ONE LAST DAY to make up for all of my failures as a parent--and you know how that goes, someone almost ends up dying.
Friday was one of those days where my imagination intersected with real life, and I decided to give my kids one last, epic adventure before the start of the school year. Honestly, I was thinking it would be fun, and I would score a few kick-ass Instagram pictures, and the kids would frolic and it would be one of the best days of their childhood.
I am all kinds of conflicted about the start of this school year, and yet tonight, I am thankful--mostly because I'm not sure that my family could survive anymore of my summer adventures.