No Wait Really

How many days 'til school starts? It's not like I have a huge calender out with big black marks on the days as they pass. That would be like I'm getting out of jail or something. It's not like that, my precious little angels, love 'em when they're sleeping. Oh, I'm kidding. My friend and I were laughing about this yesterday. This last week before it starts. It's one week to many. Should of cut our losses and sent 'em back before Labor day. It's like their "trying to get water from a stone" week of summer. How many play dates can we cram in one day? How many trips to Staples? How many different stores can we hit for new school clothes (when shorts and t-shirts are still what we're wearing?) Seriously, why am I buying a down vest in August? But far be for me to argue with a 10 year old girl. I keep my head low, my mouth shut and hand over my credit card. And the bonus is today is another Jonas Brothers concert, which honestly they are thrilled about. I am thrilled for them. So thrilled in fact I got a babysitter to go with them so my friend Christina and I could drop them off, go to Parc and pick them up later. I am completely blocking the traffic out of my mind. That and the thousands of screaming girls. At nine o'clock last night after I had picked them up from one friends house and picked up another friend to sleep over they wanted to stop and get hair dye so they could have all different colored hair. Let's hope that works out like they want it to.
Then as our next adventure there was cupcake making. I helped them get it done, put in the oven, tossed some oven mitts at them and said, "Call me when you need help." Luckily Marc came home by then. He cleaned up some, but let me tell you, I never saw the sprinkles coming. My kitchen is a mess. So I thought I'd sit down at my computer, that seemed the most productive way to deal with it. So we are down to six days, which roughly means, one more concert, 322 play dates, a combined 12 sleepovers, a couple parties, 72 wet pool towels and maybe, just maybe a one glass of wine for me.