We love summertime. Well, sort of.

Because we still have all of the disability-related stuff to wade through...


but at least in the summer, we always have the option to just walk away from stuff that isn't working (or is downright toxic). grin

We look toward each school year with a mixture of naive hope and eagerness, tempered with a jaded inner caution that those expectations have (mostly) been dashed to bits each year within a few weeks...

What can I say? We're terrible optimists.

Schrödinger's cat walks into a bar. And doesn't.