Not that school is or should be about me, but I’m just not ready, and I feel pretty much like this guy.
Some years I’ve been ready and on it and prepared and happy for them and such a chipper chicken, but this year, summer went by too quickly and we didn’t even get started with all of the things we should have done and places we should have gone.
But. Regardless. Even so.
Fourth grade beckons.
And it will be fine.
I got up, made a southern comfort food breakfast of homemade biscuits (YEAH! BOOYAH 4TH GRADE!) and gravy and sausage links to start an early artery clog and productive day. Flour and water and flour and water will do that, you know.
That’ll put the “Yes Ma’am and Please and Thank You” in your vocab…rest assured.
And little brother added his own spiciness to the morning. Yes, that’s an airborne something-or-other photobomb you see there. It fits…
Let’s do this, 4th grade.