Ten.Two Thousand & Thirty-Two
1:42 a.m. More melatonin.
Too much attitude considering it’s the last day of school.
A Thursday that feels like a Friday.
We do our daily check-in as usual, mark off the list or make a new one. Realize that we could solve all our problems if someone would just listen to us.
Carnitas with her outside on her deck. Hot in the sun but perfect in the shade.
No construction. It is wonderfully peaceful.
I still feel the same.
Tacos and shaved ice and very loud music. We take a few pictures in the photo booth once it clears out.
We order shaved ice - pineapple and coconut - and sit on cold metal chairs while we eat them. Beach balls are blowing in the wind.
I tell her I feel like I’ve undergone some essential rite of passage now that I’ve chaperoned a school dance. Now, it is past my bedtime.