I just love the last weeks of school!

Every one of our schoolage younguns has Spring fever. Thank God for the women, Elyse and Emily, who help and concern themselves with the fallout from the Spring fever.
Not one pair of pants fits Ezra from the beginning of the year. Every morning is a scurry to find the one pair that still fit him. Yesterday, I didn't see him until I was out the door and I had put the pair of pants on him that were a part of the painting the outside bench incident. Needless to say it was attrocious. He didn't mind.
He and Ethan are on a mission with Elyse to finish every living CS Lewis book there is. More power to them. They gabble and talk about how they have to read this one before that one and then, now, Ethan is up to "The Final Battle" while Ezra is just cracking the first book Prince Caspian. I read 4 chapters mommy. What is the rush? I say, tongue in cheek. You are only in first grade. They did get some of my genes, I am refreshed to think that. Elyse is the moderator of the discussions and the unreading teenagers taunt from the sidelines that they cannot understand what all of the hullaballoo is about. They have no time for anything with finals at hand.
Algebra is kicking my Enoch's pants. I have never seen him so out of breath studying before. Dad used to say, I want to see you studying around the house. Now, I know what he meant. I find studying teenagers around my house, in every position there is. The lay on the floor and they lay on my bed and they have books and are sprawled with their eyes glassy. I did most of my studying on the train, between Queens and Brooklyn, so most of my brain is stuck in the subway somewhere between 179 St and 99St. En said, I really misjudged Algebra and miscalculated how much I needed to put into it. Needless to say, I talked about it every other week. Now, He is warning me that he didn't do his best. That is alright, you will take it again, I hope. He probably didn't fail, but now the beginning portions of the class are coming clear to him and he obviously wasn't paying attention to the Spring classes. We will see.
For Evvy, all eyes are on the class trip to Carowinds, an amusement park. She is walking around and imagining what she and her girls will do. I love that look in her eyes. This year, there is no fluting contest there, for her. She's given up on the music interest, to my complete dismay. Leaving us with bills to pay for the flute, left. Help us, Holy Spirit. She will just go to Carowinds and have fun. What else is there?
School days, School Days?