I need a vacation

I'm exhausted from my vacation!

Here's some tidbits:

Ruby screamed a horrible, gut-churning, four alarm scream on the airplane (both ways). Some people said, "Oh, poor thing. Her ears must be hurting." Others shot us looks that could have killed entire countries. We did our best. If anyone knows of some kind of escort service where you fly separate from your children and safely meet them at your destination, I'd be interested.

Luke wasn't old enough to do the Jedi Training Academy and he was crushed. I told my sob story to one of the workers and they arranged a special backstage meeting with Darth Vader and two Storm Troopers. All the workers thought Luke would be scared when they came out to meet him, but he was ready to do battle. (I'm still confused about whether or not Mike named him after Luke Skywalker. He denies it, but he insisted on that name.)

We were rockin' the blister pads by day two, but no one complained about it. It was hotter than sin, but no one complained about that either. We were one sweaty, happy family.

I was picked to be in the Indiana Jones Stunt Show. I displayed amazing acting ability and I'm sure they'll be calling me any day to come back and be a regular. We might be moving.

We came home with some fun new toys and super cute farmer tans. What more could we ask for?

They're GONE!

They are on the bus. Actually, by now they are in their classes, I hope. Here's how it all went down...
I'm still obsessed with homemade chalkboards, so that's what we gave the teachers for the first day. (I think this obsession has something to do with the fact that they take three minutes to make and I always seem to be short on time.) Here's the breakfast table (the night before). This year I stole my sister's idea and painted letters that I will use next year. That way, I can decorate around them, but not have to "reinvent the wheel" every year.

The paper on the table said, "Hope your day goes write!" Sophie happily informed me that I had not used the correct form of the word. Then Reed asked if Sophie was smarter than me.

Sophie was practicing her times tables (as I tried to keep from laughing). Reed asked me to tell him lots of stuff that he might need to know before first grade. Darling children, maybe you should have done this BEFORE BREAKFAST ON YOUR FIRST DAY!

Reed packed his giant pencil in his backpack. I told him that would be for home and he said, "But mom, the school supply list said I have to bring pencils." I'm sure his teacher would have LOVED it if he showed up with that on the first day!