Dwindling to One . . . Last day of school for son this morning. I’m happy for him, he hates school, the only part of the days he enjoys is gym and Enrichment. Neither are everyday or more than 30 minutes. He has sat around this year, bored to tears, waiting for the rest of the class to catch up to him. As my husband is calling him this morning to leave, my son stand up and walks to the door, shoulders slumped, head down, "School Sucks!" . . . oh, good grief! It is all I can do not to laugh. Hubbie is NOT happy with this remark, or manner of speaking and lets son know right away. Zero days left now and I am trapped at home with three children for 90 days. I’m sure I’ll think of something . . . and I will . . . well, I don’t know what I will do. There’s always summer camp, right? ARGH!!!