Today was the official last day of school, though only one of my children actually had to attend school. The high school finished up last week, with today set aside for students who needed to take make-up exams. The middle school—and lower grade students—had a half-day of school today. The last day.
When my son came home from school at 11:40 this morning, my daughter looked at him, confused. “Where did you go today?” she asked him.
He looked at her, a steady, blink-less stare, as if to say, Really? But he turned and walked away without saying a word.
Today is the first official day of summer, and my house is full of teenagers. A pile of shoes greets anyone who dares to enter the house. I think my boyfriend and I—both seasoned educators of teens—are the only ones who dare. The parents who arrived for drop-off and pick up waved tentatively from their cars.
Giggling, laughing, screaming, some piano playing, a bit of singing, chatting, and a lot of texting were the activities of the day. Swimming, pizza, and more laughing and giggling were sprinkled in for good measure.
Because I reside in a townhouse and share walls with others, I warned my neighbors of my houseful of teenagers. They didn’t seem to mind. Then again, it is only the first official day of summer….
Meanwhile, I sit at my kitchen table trying to complete the day’s work. Over the years, I have learned to navigate the noise and commotion of children in the house while I work. Because in the summer, I work from home. My crazy home.
Over the years, little has changed. Friends have come and gone. Voices have grown deeper and the shoes… they have grown bigger.
It’s officially summer. Welcome to my crazy home. Hopefully, the pile of shoes at the door won’t scare you.