Psst. Over here.
Ok, I'll admit it.
I want the last day of school to get here just as much as the kids do.
Not only is it the last day of school, but it is Ben's birthday to boot. And that evening, Ryan, my little Ryan, will be testing for his orange belt.
Oh, I feel a cake-baking urge coming on.
I remember too well how I felt at this time, right before Ben was born. Giant. Like I'd swallowed the turkey float in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. Eagerly awaiting my chance at birthing greatness, where I would actually not need a c-section, and do it all on my own. (hahahahahaha, don't worry, that delusion didn't last long nor did the no meds delusion last long either) I would be uber-Mom! I would handle not only a two and a half year old, but a newborn as well, leaping tall buildings in a single bound! Step aside, ladies, the professional has arrived!
I'm getting ahead of myself here, I'm so excited about his big day. I'll wait and tell you the rest of the story next week.
You can be pregnant with anticipation until then.