Jubilee Watch: Aw, Prince Phillip had to go to the hospital yesterday and miss the rest of the festivities. Well, I for one, am telling you I was exhausted by the weekend and I am not 91, bedecked with all sorts of ribbons and medallions, floating down the river. Cheers to him! He can watch the rest of it on TV. It’s all right. I think we all understand.
It’s the last day of school today. I went back to read what I wrote last year, but it seems I was busy watching a certain trial. I, ahem, don’t really recall that, but you can look at any entry last year from May or June and see that I only turned off the TV and radio for s’on Jeremy’s wedding. I probably didn’t even notice it was the end of the school year.
I decided recently that perhaps I have to curb my watching of live court tv. D and I were discussing something I had done with my Grandma Malmberg. “Not Gigi,” I said. “My other grandma. She died.”
“Oh!” said D. “Who killed her?”
Dear, dear. Need to turn back to PBS Kids every now and again.
There’s a certain bittersweetness to this time of year for the stay-at-home mom. I am thrilled, THRILLED I tell you to be finished with pre-algebra and world geography for the year. I am terrified, TERRIFIED I tell you about how we are going to keep ourselves busy without whining and complaining . . . and that’s just me. What about the kids?