The Last Day of School

I'm still not feeling well. I'm functional (Yay!) but I'm tired and my throat is scratchy, my voice sounds funny, I have a giant hanging cold sore and a pesky dry hacky cough. Emma was 100% after 24 hours. Oh to be young again.

Since the kids only go to school for an hour and a half on the last day, Thursday was my only day to do everything I had to do before the kids were done. As I was driving home from my 101 errands I swung into Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. I got two caramel apples and called it good for the teacher's gifts. There just wasn't time to do more this year.

Here are the kids before school. They are thrilled to be going for the last time. I cut Andrew's hair into a mohawk for the occasion, because we're classy like that.
I'm already sick of looking at it. I keep threatening to shave it off in the middle of the night. He likes it, dang it.
Emma had an autograph graduation dog from my parents for everyone to sign.
One last shot of the two of them.
The bus driver has a fun tradition. She lets the kids pile out of the emergency exits on the last day of school. This year I was ready and waiting for them with my video camera and still camera since it would be Emma's last time to do this. However this time she was only letting people out the sides. I was disappointed but what could I do? I started filming the side exit and then Emma yells "Back, Back" so I hurried and went to the back of the bus where the older kids got to jump out. I guess she was waiting for the little ones to get off before opening the back since it is such a high drop. I almost missed it but I got these shots and some good video.
When he landed the backpack swung over his head. LOL!
Now there's a happy boy.
Emma's legs...
A happy Emma. I didn't get her jump :(
When we go inside we realized that Andrew had lost his report card. We drove to the school and the teacher's cars were still there, lights were on but everything was locked. We snuck in while one teacher was coming out and seriously, it was creepy. It was like a ghost town. I texted Paul and said I felt like I was in the Breakfast Club running through the deserted halls. We finally found one sub still in a room at the very end of the hall. She told us that the teachers were out at a luncheon. I wrote a note asking if his report card had been turned in and left it on the office door. I still haven't heard anything so I guess it wasn't. At least I don't have to worry about his grades. I was just hoping to take the card to the bank so he could get money for his A's. Oh well. It's his loss.

After our adventure at school we got home and they started running through the sprinklers. It was only 11:00 in the morning but warm enough. Remember, it had only been a few days since we had 4 inches of snow!!! (Yes I feed him)

Emma was a little late getting in on the action.
I think Friday was the longest day of my life. It just kept going and going and going.....

Finally Paul came home and the day eventually ended. It still feels like we are on Spring Break, not summer vacation.