Through the summer, that is. I may have had a little extra help, with Steve being home for the first half of it. Of course, one could argue that it’s like having a fifth child, but that’s neither here nor there.
The point is, it’s over. No broken bones. No major injuries. Sanity (relatively) intact.
The kids started school last week, and we’re back into a routine. Aidan’s pretty sad that she isn’t going back to preschool this year, but I informed her that her teacher (who’s going to school full-time now, thus the no-school-for-Aidan thing) told me she’s already smart enough for kindergarten. Which she did, and which is probably true. Hopefully.
I’m a little floored by the fact that this is my daughter’s last year in elementary school. I’m absolutely not old enough to have a middle-schooler, so it’s a good thing I have nine months to get used to the idea. And get old.