Give Me the End of the School Year or Give Me Death

The end of the school year is almost here. But I’m not sure I’m gonna make it!

It has come to this, my friends.

There are 5 days left of school—but I was done three weeks ago. So my husband and I just washed all the necessary school uniforms x 3 kids for the next 5 days and they are just gonna live on the couch until the last day of school because I CANNOT EVEN.

Sign my agenda. The project is due tomorrow and I haven’t started. I need my “class shirt” washed for the field trip. Sack lunch, disposable water bottle, money for the teacher gift but SHH it’s a surprise so SNEAK IT TO THE ROOM MOM like an undercover CIA agent infiltrating a terrorist ring.


I work at home. Summer break is usually not my friend. However I am welcoming it this year like a postpartum mom welcomes yoga pants, because I swear to you if we have one more early morning hustle to get the details right for whatever SUPER-IMPORTANT end-of-the-year activity that is happening THAT DAY, Mount MamaSanity is gonna ERUPT.

Teachers, I love you. YOU ARE THE SAINTS OF THE WORLD. I know you are just as anxious to get to the finish line as I am.

But please don’t make me sign another agenda. Can we just get AGENDA AMNESTY next week? Cause I am thisclose to teaching  my 4th-grader to forge my signature. I have NO DOUBT she’d be excellent at it.

I mean, all this exhaustion and Monday I have to sit through kindergarten graduation and try not to sob like a maniac while my BABY walks across the stage. My last baby. Done with kindergarten. And they send this picture home just to ENSURE my emotional instability:


HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION?? It is all I can do to keep from crying about this 24/7, so *if* and when I find out it’s “Crazy Hair Day” for the 4th graders on Monday as well, this is the tiny puff of air that will just blow me off the cliff.

So, SUMMER, make your entrance. We aren’t just limping through the end of this school year, we’re being dragged behind a red Radio Flyer wagon with a broken wheel.

And it hurts.

I SURRENDER!! Who’s with me?

Jenny Rapson
Jenny Rapson is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and the editor of For Every Mom. You can email her at [email protected], or follow her on Twitter.